Can you hear the roaring thunder that cracks the heaven's skies? To unleash the blazing fury of the ancient looming fires To sear the throat that sings of tranquility and bliss No choir will sing tonight But behold the cries of strangled hope For no love can match the beauty of despair No light shines here Can you hear the graceful slither of the old and cunning snake? Which bends the spine of sanity, even the purest can it break May your desires fill the hearts of the holiest of men The fire that burns the flesh, the sound of earthly cries The void beneath the void, the faith of wrath divine Come! Come reap! O fervent one of holy demise Behold the poisoned ground for death's delight No choir will sing tonight But behold the cries of strangled hope For no love can match the beauty of despair No life thrives here