From whence you came The prince of this world Wanderer on a path of shame Stand proud, wings unfurled
Fire, burning all things that you love And you get no help from above Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies Fire, burning all things that you love Still you get no help from above Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest in the sky
Eyes that burn with emerald fire Radiating a corpulent sheen Skull aflame, features running Weeping like wax from a candle
Flame melts the obscene drop by drop it sinks a bath in a sea of green embalmed with poison drinks
Fire, burning all things that you love And you get no help from above Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies Fire, burning all things that you love Still you get no help from above Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest in the sky
Twisted by the rictus grin Fading to death fugue of opaline
Oh, bright and morning star Son of dawn, fallen afar Brought down to the realm of the dead In to a fathomless pit, burnt and bled
When you rise, we will rise with you When you sing, the world sings too When the shackles break and come undone When the battle for the kingdom is won You are the brightest in the sky