[Music: Sundin, Johansson] [Words: Stanne] Crown the impulse that deliberately fall defeat in spiritless action Isolation - burn the greenwood Order of the vertical path Descendent crawlin the remnants of one thousand lies Restaging torching a world that was left behind Zodijackyl light Cross the sharpest void deride the embers of his fall The bringer that on millions horses ride Waiting for the call within, the spark of sin ever reminiscent of the coming of storm Can you see the cosmic face in which disorder lies Burning of oppression the inventors is the k**ing hand Be that of the darkest sin to frustrate hope and love I shall not be blinded I shall not be forced Resistance feasting on debris from celestial wars Burning in the sky beyond the realm of time: Sequence if the nucleus the glowing dust in fligh Zodijackyl light And they ride, they ride the drama takes the lead the beast of heaven their guide Racing through the vastness constellation disarray that darkness could not have existed that bares no witness to the light Sweet endless Perpetually plunge through interior vaults So seamless Joints of time cannot shackle the beast Zodijackyl light.