Behold the amber sky in northern hills Mountain slopes begin to shed molten tears The clamor of steel and fire shakes the walls A great sundering lay upon the vale Darkness walks among the light As shadows breach the gates of might A thunderous horn beckons the stout to war Of wrath and trees ride into the flame Great banners lay like leaves to caress the earth Arrows pour like the cold rains of autumn White walls torn asunder Fallen into the maw of flame Fiery whips dance around the trees Distant screams pierce the air of night The mountain snow stained with the blood of men Great hammers fade like smoke in wind Broken pillars crumble amongst the fields Dread fuels these halls of perdition Flames gust from the jaw of the serpent Blackening the city walls Lashing with power of eagle wings Darkness falls before his knees Mists of scalding heat roll over the land Brought upon the flower of the plain Left to wither in the fire Ancient words a prophet once told "Woe is me whose father awaits doom But seven times woe whose lord has gone" By grief our wits in a storm of weeping The golden city falls to the floor Loomed afar the hills crowned in flame By dusk or dawn flee swiftly through the plain