There are clouds on the horizon. Shifting colors, heavy rain. High above the roaring thunder. Shooting bullets through your brain. There's something wicked left behind. A befell sight, a calming, sinister state of your mind.
Behold the skies; the port of heaven takes the stairway down to hell. The gate is open lift the curse. We set aside our dreams, ambitions; we are one we will unite. At the Threshold of the universe. We will rise!
Late at night they heard the sirens. From a place so far away. A light forces mighty brethren in a vesture of decay. They are the legions of the night. Turning darkness into... turning the dark into light.
Behold the skies; the port of heaven takes the stairway down to hell. The gate is open lift the curse. We set aside our dreams, ambitions; we are one we will unite. At the Threshold of the universe, universe.