The scent-laden garden This city once was Is buried in ruins for ages Below the ocean But even drowned The sacred fire burns The spirit of the high priest speaks Tells the story of the rise and fall Of the Empire's unearthly Fathers The Keepers they were called "The Keepers gave us knowledge and skills Order and peace were kept But like rats inside the City's landfills The agents of Chaos crept" Before the last thread Is finally snapped Our world's not dead yet But it's too late to adapt "Hooked on euphoric poisons That transform bodies and minds Those of us who were hooked Slowly started to turn into fiends" And those who stood against Gathered to fight the Chaos back But to keep the rest of the world fenced They had to plan a suicide attack The only way to make the invaders stop Was to cleanse the planet of the plague Until no life was left atop And so everything went black To restore life after all have died The priest have led the chosen four Into that Siberian cave To put them in lethargy When they've managed to disrupt The balance of the terrestrial poles Then the catastrophe started The Empire, like all life, was lost We're ruled by inhuman savages — again Racing into the void with the blind at the helm Led by those who are driven by greed Into the void at a murderous speed Hanging on a thread Ready to fall into void But we're not dead yet Not yet destroyed Now head to the North of Siberia Where Chaos is unleashed Through the gates of Inferno We're all doomed if you're late