Bring on to thy the symbol of resistance
Before the sacred tree a sacrifice will halt the gods
This barren land that was once known, on the morning of the bright fire it grabs you
In a fine threefold way screams have echoed that day for the land that was once known you reap what you sew
The forlorn truth of a lesser presence eradicates august compulsion
Like an unborn child you cease to linger through the gateways of memory
The end it is so near as the purpose of life becomes clear
All the blood you shed to get hear, it will all mean nothing