the swaying fields the mighty seas the shining truths the darkest past to let the beast be bound and still know he will break free and kill the one eyed god of gods then when this world is about to end rejoice in all the tales you heared rejoice the images seen of how of how the gods lowed this world trumpets roaring from a dead lung of death aware cannot hold the blood and poison trumpets roaring from a dead lung and what lies ahead dies beyond the boiling earth the decayed roots oppressive skies the end dawns anew cold and cruel coursed the silver moon wroth and grim slain the golden sun serpent rises in stillness sleeps the sea the wolf appease his hunger slazing sun hangs low serpent rises twilight touches the wandering soil the ravens settle down and the wind dies away trumpets roaring from a dead lung of death aware cannot hold the blood and poison trumpets roaring from a dead lung and what lies ahead dies beyond this dying world i understand they hold its fate here in their hands and so much did they love this land to spare the wolf and thus no rivers will would run red until the prophecies would be fulfilled until the one eyed god is killed but still wolf is fettered serpent rises in stillness sleeps the sea the wolf appease his hunger slazing sun hangs low serpent rises twilight touches the wandering soil the ravens settle down and the wind dies away 