Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak
And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth
For I have been granted the sight of a god!
The strength of a mountain and the will of a flood
Moons fear my shadow and suns envy my glare
I am the great shift: the great transformation of the spheres
First light of the last day
Behold O ye heavens as I ignite
And see O earth, the flames of my throat
For I have been given dominion over the ancient embers
The glands of liquid rock
And the chasms of the world
I am the burning shroud of the end-times
The raging torch of the final dawn
First flame of the last pyre
Here and now begins the age of fire
Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak
And hear, O men the crack of my whip
For I have been granted the vision of a great throne!
A great seat of stone and of pale tyrannic might
A hundred winters wide and a thousand funerals high
I am the crown of destruction, the golden god of life and death
First wound of the last hour
Give ear, O heavens and I will speak
And hear O earth the words of my mouth
The stutter of my thunder and the roar of my doubt
For I have been struck with the rod of clarity
Hewn asunder by Ocram's rusty axe
The hymns are fading: I fall and I bleed, while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth
For I have been granted the sight of a god!
The strength of a mountain and the will of a flood
Moons fear my shadow and suns envy my glare
I am the great shift: the great transformation of the spheres
First light of the last day
Behold O ye heavens as I ignite
And see O earth, the flames of my throat
For I have been given dominion over the ancient embers
The glands of liquid rock
And the chasms of the world
I am the burning shroud of the end-times
The raging torch of the final dawn
First flame of the last pyre
Here and now begins the age of fire
Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak
And hear, O men the crack of my whip
For I have been granted the vision of a great throne!
A great seat of stone and of pale tyrannic might
A hundred winters wide and a thousand funerals high
I am the crown of destruction, the golden god of life and death
First wound of the last hour
Give ear, O heavens and I will speak
And hear O earth the words of my mouth
The stutter of my thunder and the roar of my doubt
For I have been struck with the rod of clarity
Hewn asunder by Ocram's rusty axe
The hymns are fading: I fall and I bleed, while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
( Funeral Mist )
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