In the dark, they stand in silence Remnants of forgotten crimes Sorrowful, scorned symbols Withered by woeful times Soon it's time to wake again Unleash the pent up wrath The wrongdoings they suffered When the world was new Wake up from oblivion The awakening is drawing near The dust is falling of their shoulders Voices join in songs of endless sorrow The air is getting colder Gusty winds growing in power Smoke is flowing down the mountainside The fumble is getting louder The caskets are rattling in their graves Fear the new flesh The tides are turning Fear the new flesh The spirits of the old Fear the new flesh Their eyes are burning Fear the new flesh An everlasting flame