Ancient fire bites the tree the cross Fades within its wheel shadows rise from Talles towers ascending from the dirt Towards every corner of earth worm kings Climb the highest ground of a rotting Flesh, for a worthless throne the Predecessor of multiple zeros must Slither down again an inevitable end On barren lands sits the traitor's throne No sacred ground left for the conquered A severed reign, forgotten... slain thrust The blade, till it bends and brakes Succumbing to the dance of shifting Power on a journey far and near we find One single truth an equal end beyond the Patheons as questions burn all Kingdoms fail as questions burn Archaic life a network dies archaic Life no sacred ground left for the Conquered a severed reign forgotten Salin thrust the blade till it bends And brakes succumbing to the dance of Shifting power on a journey far and near We find one single truth an equal end Beyond the pantheons as questions burn All kingdoms fail as questions burn Archaic life a network dies archaic life