I have stained this land with blood
Knowing not the effects, the drought nor the black
Restore life to this barren land
In the first hideous seconds arriving in this place of darkness, the whistling and whispers arose
Soon after rose the unquenchable flames
The unquenchable flames which enveloped the sound and muted the calls
Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash
I will find my way out of the raging circle
From the Hymns I have strayed
And on the darkest shore
And in the death of me I will
I will
Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash
I will find my way out of the raging circle
And on the darkest shore, I will obtain an undying presence
Undying presence
Do you hear it? The symphony of pain
The crashing of waves and the glitter of rain
It surrounds us as we sleep but overwhelming is its hold
For there is no escape whether woken or adrift into that hellish dream
There is no escape
The tides rise to obscure the moonlight gleam
I will not lay motionless in the heart of the wildfire
Through searing skin and blaring cries this war will not bring forth my end
When the clocks strike upon my escape there will be a looming nightfall above the heads of the wicked
A vengeance so cold it cripples their legs and makes paste of their bodies
The beast and the hunter
Let me live
Let me die
Let me hold the one divine
I just want to go where the rain falls from the highest
Let me live
Let me die
Let me hold the one divine
I just want to go where the rain falls
