We're the heritage Of immortal days In flames and shades We forged our way Through the ice of north And the sands of the sun We travelled in aeons To let not fade The flame We're descent of The immemorial age A sea of light A wisdom race And chaos will be With our rise And that shall be The beginning of time From the gold of the heaven thrones From the steel of the heathen swords They will merge what is right and wrong And bring perfection in this world From the depth of forgotten tombs From the prophet's flesh and blood They shall wake a shining truth And forge perfection in this world We shall sweep away Metaphysic's pain Thou shalt not weep Another day The end shall be The start of life The consciousness Of our kind! As we have died in flames For the flame of life We've walked in snow To fight the ice Existing on The shadow line We burn ourselves To feed the light! From the gold of the heaven thrones From the steel of the heathen swords They will merge what is right and wrong And forge perfection in this world From the ashes of ancient tombs To the glitter of golden domes They'll unfold the words untold And bring perfection in this world Of darkness and pain In the flames of a million pyres In the heat of a thousand fires They will shine and they will die Deemed heresy their word From the gold of the heaven thrones To the circles of ancient stones They will change what is right and wrong And forge perfection in this world Bound to the earth and led to fly Living and everdying Hated and doomed to the fire Keepers of the flame arise