He who eats the world Shall swallow the void He who breaks the mountains Shall choke on dust Sleeping swans on a satin rippling lake Whispering seeds of storm Fading light devouring grace and silhouettes Is the wind I've sown Pillars cracked, fractured doors Hounds uncaged, endless roars Soar from deep open sores Wind has blown on the wheel Spun it round, split the shield Awakened beasts of prey, les chiens de tempêtes The multi-face plague, the mirror threat Now that all the devils are here Who shall hear, who shall come Who shall scatter razor tears Spears and daggers, sharpened thorns As the whirlwind blows my breath away Who shall bow, who shall pray Who shall sow these silver drops So I may reap this cleansing flood