歌词
Oh off now,
The call sounds near,
Danger comes now, they won't find us here
In scorn they will burn!
...Once again it repeats,
For thousands of years,
Rain has shrouded our fears,
Pawns disregard the ebb and flow,
Overcrowded the stage has become,
The human condition begs for more and mercy,
Oh will you find a place within the vale?
Will you drift in discordant breeze?
The native soul will be lost in time,
Our stage of bedlam forlorned,
Blackness, darkness afar,
In plumes they posture,
With forboding nature,
They claw at the sun,
We wait for the end,
Reform,
The heart now stands clear,
Danger comes now, they won't harm us here,
The event of roaring decimation,
Will swallow the earth and
Bring it to it's knees,
The oil in the mud,
Is boiling the blood of our sanctuary,
These demons of iron will surely pay!
Stirring forth,
Reclaim the land,
From seeds sown,
Gaia climbs again!
Frustration grows up,
'Til we meet the sky,
Away from here,
Fel winds bring,
Self-immolation,
They will fail to find their abode,
We wait for the end,
We wait for the end of days,
To come and save us all,
We are the ones who need it most,
To fix our minds on the unknown.
