October Falls - III lyrics

The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end The endless piles of ash, the stones gathered as one The streams of fire, casting the frames for tomorrow The utmost ageless wisdom, reborn through the flames The vast gloom of eternity, pyres of thousands rising A crimson sunset, turned to raging, harvesting darkness Ascent - The wolves of tomorrow Reborn - The wombs of primordial nature