Ghosts with gentle voices, calling us never to wake

And we see another nation rising from the ashes

Soon to unearth what we cannot escape

As time draws near for all of us

 

Make amend, dear tyrant

And be my [bad word] 

Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep

Rapt and fitfully chained

 

Hear the [bad word] #39; sound!

The angels of discord are gathering

Such beautiful faces, such poisonous tongues

dead world assembly

 

Into the world you brought me

And after your world you wrought me

With a finger to your mouth

And I lost myself in the sea

Carrying the waves of time

There's nothing to believe

And you ask me why I grieve

 

Make amend, dear tyrant

And be my [bad word] 

Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep

Rapt and fitfully chained

 

"Earth raised up her head

From the darkness' dread and drear

Her light fled, and her locks covered with grey despair"

 

Hear the [bad word] #39; sound!

Our empire stifles and [bad word] 

This terrible loss will generate us

Gone from this dead world assembly

 

Here is the void

Here is the cross we carry with us

Through this dead world assembly