We must burn to ashes

To rise again

With a threefold glory

Prepare yourself



For the unhallowed day

When our souls are fit to climb

And the fools are left behind

Unheeded



Overwhelming shadows

Massive unearthly bodies

Of their weight

Hot smoke burns the tongue

And sets the lungs aflame

The fury of the tempest

Will beat the false pride out of you



A predetermined course

Is upon you

The inescapable finale

Disciple yourself



The sightless one

When desire to live will

So abnormal seem still

Yea, transmutation



Bow down your head

That ignored premonitions, forewarnings

Save your tears

Because your tears won't save you

Be utterly ruined

Creation of silence



Igne

Natura

Renovatur

Integra