Grim are the times when this flame must arise Drawn from the bottomless depths of the earth A silent fury unleashed Breaking and shattering all that it sees Moving towards the remnants of a structure once proud Now ashes are the only proof of what once stood The soil is blackened by soot What has become of this glorious place? The streams that used to run by have all vaporised A flock of birds move by But the barren waste offers nothing for them All turned to ruins and left to the wind Gone Echoes are all that remain Done The force of destruction unleashed What can end an existence so lightly? Where now has everything gone? The definition of absolute power Reigning in silence alone A silent fury on the surface of the lake Reminding us of days and dreams That we have been denied Sordid the dreams of this world have become The water shows a warning Of the power supreme to return Cry out in an empty hall Long grow the echoes and silence grows cold Name is forgotten and memory old The woods will crumble and The earth it will heave Can the paralyzing fear be relieved? Dream the dream of winter again Rest in the silence it brings Behold the firestorm of ages As it turns all that moves into naught A destruction that is boundless And a crushing force Gone Echoes are all that remain Won Leveling the land What can end an existence so lightly? Where now has everything gone? The definition of absolute power Reigning in silence alone The screams of vanity Calling the power inside to come forth In silence echoing the words that will Summon my fantasy to me Command us and the power supreme to be ours Return to dreaming Where the power lies In infinity the slumber shall ever be And I summon now this power to me To destroy To shatter and crush The dreams of humanity The flame it will come forth And destruction shall be Behold the firestorm of ages As it turns all that moves into naught A destruction that is boundless And a crushing force Into the arms of infinity My power it delivers thee Return to sleep again And trouble no more A silent fury on the surface of the lake Reminding us of days and dreams That we have been denied Sordid the dreams of this world have become The water shows a warning Of the power supreme to return The range of cloud and smoke emits a sigh The fog goes down again Dreaming of a silent end of days Cathartic cleansing in the flames so full of hate The dreamless sleep of an age has been erased