Every story begins
Every story must end
Every page we turn
Not knowing when
The gods
Will return to the realm of men
Come to reclaim creation again
Here we stand
On the eve of oblivion
Blood-red horizons bode our
Ultimate fate
Undying gods awaken
From their uneasy sleep
They have returned
Come to retake
And to reforge
There are no heroes this day
There are no champions of myth come to save us
When the sky cracks open, and fire scorches the earth
When the fury of the gods descends from above
The prophesies of man, forgotten in the shadows
Of the final blinding light
"Save yourself!" cry the brave and the meek alike
All will abandon hope under blackening skies
Mountains quake, and decay into dust once more
Shrouding the sun, the moon and the stars
In eternal night
There is no calm in the eye of this storm
There are no prayers, no sins to atone
The end has begun
Until the seal is broken, and thunder shatters the earth
Until the stars are torn from heaven above
In this final hour nothing but ashes and dust remain
Of all that was and would be
Hear, as the voice of the gods
Finally speaks
Without love or mercy
Hear, as the voice of the gods
Casts us away
Into oblivion
Here we stand as one, born of the stars,
All that we are
All that we were
Unto the stars returned
When the sky cracks open, and fire scorches the earth
Until the gods themselves step down from above
The memory of man, just one more fleeting shadow
In the final blinding light
When the seal is broken, and thunder shatters the earth
Until the stars are torn from Heaven above
In this final hour nothing but ashes and dust remain
Of all that was and would be