This tiny tree that is to grow up It was the seed and it will smolder Time breaks everything down, And death touches everything And riders of death are always on guard
Destroying everything and showing no mercy, They create new law The signs that come along with the thunderstorm slow time
Stopping the time and catching the moment We're afraid to walk into the abyss of unknown We're afraid to decide We're not ready for what is to come but still is not shown
Fear fades away, myriads of pictures go by Pain goes away and the fire dies out The riders are here And they know what needs to be done
Destroying everything and showing no mercy, They create the new law The signs that come along with the thunderstorm slow time