Night’s sky, a forger strikes and the new world meets its master
Too long has iron lay, a mark of history frayed
Kings feast, naive at least to the imminent fall of power
The tongue is forked for now, the men will meet their vow

The moon is making way
Collapsing forces, the tides at bay
The tundra’s winds are out of breath
Hope will rise out of human flesh

Daylight, an invisible sun, bringing life to the frozen millions
The ice slays on for days, no sun, no warmth, no rays
Bring fire for the moon grows old, he tires in his constant glamour
Save me from these chains, incarcerate the rain

Go alone, far away, where the eyes of bowman range
Your cries are falling on dead ears

Run fast, don't look back, they soar above the rest
Our friend, the arrow, bring solace back

Storms revealing corrupted systems
The crowds revolt in disgust, not gracefully
No longer will we bow down to this
Repeat this oath, no man shall rot to snakes