Hear our rebellion Restless power waiting In the hands of natives Remnants of these worlds collide Blaze across the endless sky Burning, Spires Sear past the gate of the sun Crumble, Down Fear our revolution Annihilation's coming Through the words of natives We will never take their side Blaze across the endless sky Burning, Spires Sear past the gate of the sun Crumble, Down Night of pagans Dancing shadows We will make these changes Or our worlds will surely die Blaze across the endless sky Burning, Spires Sear past the gate of the sun Crumble, Down Night of heathens Embers rising We will make these changes Or our worlds will surely die