We are the storms We are the tides We are the moon We are the sun We are the rapture We are the decay We are the voices We are the echoes of those that were before There are those that were There were those that are Who went unseen Who were forgotten In shadows Revealed to all The faces of horror The mirrors of time Time shall not pass us by Time shall not forget our might We are those that were We were those that are In the echoes of time Rising from the faults Rising from the pits Rising to greet the stars Earth becomes a grave A kingdom of raining ash Where lava streams run wild Burning all that is left Now the stars are burning The cycle is ending The kings are marching To the worlds beyon We'll be the storms We'll be the tides We'll be the moon We'll be the sun We'll be the rapture We'll be the decay We'll be the voices We'll be the echoes of those that were before Time shall not pass us by Time shall not forget our might As one cycle ends, another one begins Our flesh is meaningless and will be forgotten Only the abyss remains in the ever-rolling dark