As being touched by the cold hand of the night
The stars begin to falter (this is the hour)
Thundering heavens and churning seas
Acting by the pulse of unearthly disharmonies

For centuries they’ve watched waiting to return
Being thrown into the abyss
They’ve gathered there and learned

Wisdoms kept from mankind
Though a few of us have yearned

The wind whispers riddles in the dark
They tell of nameless fears and agonies
Emerging from the spark
A forceful mass who hearkens only to its master’s call
A flaming fate that has come to redeem us all

A black void reappeared, where we once lived our lives
The rain twisting and turning
Across the last evening skies
Memories of times long gone are torched upon the hill
Returning to the state of emptiness
According to their will

Wisdoms kept from mankind
Though a few of us have yearned
To search the hidden halls containing scrolls of secrets
And the fires that once burned