Warm was the womb
Safe the crib as we listen
The perils in this prison
Look to the rising sun
Warm was the hearth
And we abide, and we strive and toil
Poor was the soil we abandoned
And the strong consumed the weak
Look to the sea
Behind the veil over yonder
Over the precipice of wonder
Look to the sky
Where the thunder rumble
Over the precipice we tumble
Do we delve too deep into the darkness?
Into the mist, we stand face to face with the firestorm
Ascension
Favored by the gods, we ride (Ascension)
We arise
We die en masse
And we cry out for redemption
With a bowl called hunger
Famine is my blade
We die not in vain
As the strong increase momentum
In pain we lament them
The last goodbye
We dive
Into the well of wisdom
The runes have truth to tell
We advance, we excel
We light a torch
In the gaping maw
Escaping the black morass
As our blood thaw
We will drag them out from behind the trees
The holy light reveals and sow the seeds of the firestorm
Ascension
Favored by the gods, we ride (Ascension)
We arise
Plunged into war
Plunged into war
Mutual assured destruction
Perfection overkill
By will of our own infliction
We have loved and we have lost
And we laugh as the world go under
The runes, the sky asunder
Burnt bridges we have crossed
We ride
Like kings into darkness
On a fruitless trail
Of those who died for us
The hooves, they rumble
Demand the gods' attention
Not fearful nor humble
The morning star ascension
We shall eat and drink at the table of the kings
They will know we come in the wake of a firestorm
Ascension
Favored by the gods, we ride (Ascension)
Favored by the gods, we ride (Ascension)
We arise