I

	There’s an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity
	And a chained, primordial nature unleashed
	From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence
	The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope
	Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below
	With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones
	The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire
	The empty starlight subliming the blind
	And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones
	A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste
	The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash
	The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows
	Towards the womb of primordial nature
	The ardent souls roaming, towards the core
	Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising
	The nature’s strength and the firm touch of mortality
	Fading into the womb of primordial nature

	There' s an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity
	And a chained, primordial nature unleashed
	From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence
	The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope
	Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below
	With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones
	The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire
	The empty starlight subliming the blind
	And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones
	A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste
	The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash
	The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows
	Towards the womb of primordial nature
	The ardent souls roaming, towards the core
	Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising
	The nature' s strength and the firm touch of mortality
	Fading into the womb of primordial nature