Death yells gratify the face of the void While the sky is weeping with fire yet cold And Charon's boat is heading South While the dome of heaven is bleeding with stones
Stub the earthly pillars up Make the arcane tranquility shatter As void yawns to accept the sacrament Blessed by dead ashes of burnt suns
Frozen blood to cover inanimate ruins As dead speak the sacred words of truth Lifeless firmament harks to final agony And painful screams to their lament
No light to sanctify the final hour No substance to resist The Nothingness While the sky is weeping with fire yet cold While the dome of heaven is bleeding with stones