In tempest torn
In accent hoarse
In talons Grasp

In spite of all
Doomed to endure
All is inclined

Dread we inspire
Eternal Fire
That inward burns

The bitter end
Dare we descend?


We are the suffering

Dare we descend?

The bitter end
That inward burns


Eternal fire
Dread we inspire
All is inclined

The woven word
Doomed to endure
In spite of all

In talons Grasp
In accent hoarse
In tempest torn


Lyrics by
John McRae