Like A black eagle You fly Over us You laugh At our Insignificant grief Because Before the twilight We shall be Part of your own light Part of your own light ♪ Gathered We contemplate Our decline And without words We praise Dionysius On your behalf Because We are chaos In ecstasy Because There is no balance Without death A thousand years To carve a throne One second of doubt To losing it Nothing Is eternal Neither solitude Nor oblivion Neither prayers to God And yet this Idea remains In our souls ♪ Fast Is your destination And also Your decline A thousand beasts Gathered in a pit Where you rest In opulence ♪ Live The holy death And live All those you embrace You will lead The sound of our end And open wide you will Discover waters of the Styx So that We can pass We celebrate together And wait for those to come Those To Come