Text for song:
We'll bridge the divide between gods and men
We'll forge our name with great pain and death
On great wings to rise - A challenging beast
So above the righteous - So below the disease
There are no sets or limits for those who would stand
Wide horizons torched by the strike of the hand
Scales shifted, worlds left heaving
With the wind of change will come a godless storm
Isolate - Obliterate
Deliver us to the throes of sin
Challenge made to men of gods
Fires channeled within
Can you feel the wind?
It brings a burning cold
Precursors of the storm
Great halls to the children of the bold
Throw open the doors to wake
Coiled figures asunder
Between gods and mend will stand the heirs of thunder
Stirs of the wild echo from the abyss
At bay by the blinding fire of the sky
We are the gods pain - Spectres of sin
Usurpers of vulgar times
Forward - Onward
To tread upon the conquered
Deepest eyes through transparent masses
Can you feel the wind?
It brings a burning cold
Precursors of the storm
Great halls to the children of the bold
Throw open the doors to wake
Coiled figures asunder
Between gods and mend will stand the heirs of thunder
We'll weather like wind
And devour like the sea
The forces of our nature
Will have them on their knee
Firmament a fist - Divinity in trance
Willing submissives to the their gods in trance
Isolate - Obliterate
Deliver us to the throes of sin
Challenge made to men of gods
Fires channeled within
Can you feel the wind?
It brings a burning cold
Precursors of the storm
Great halls to the children of the bold
Throw open the doors to wake
Coiled figures asunder
Between gods and mend will stand the heirs of thunder