There's an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity
And a chained, primordial nature unleashed
From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence
The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope
Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below
With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones
The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire
The empty starlight subliming the blind
And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones
A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste
The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash
The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows
Towards the womb of primordial nature
The ardent souls roaming, towards the core
Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising
The nature's strength and the firm touch of mortality
Fading into the womb of primordial nature
And a chained, primordial nature unleashed
From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence
The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope
Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below
With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones
The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire
The empty starlight subliming the blind
And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones
A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste
The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash
The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows
Towards the womb of primordial nature
The ardent souls roaming, towards the core
Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising
The nature's strength and the firm touch of mortality
Fading into the womb of primordial nature