Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth For I have been granted the sight of a god! The strength of a mountain and the will of a flood Moons fear my shadow and suns envy my glare I am the great shift: the great transformation of the spheres First light of the last day Behold O ye heavens as I ignite And see O earth, the flames of my throat For I have been given dominion over the ancient embers The glands of liquid rock And the chasms of the world I am the burning shroud of the end-times The raging torch of the final dawn First flame of the last pyre Here and now begins the age of fire Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak And hear, O men the crack of my whip For I have been granted the vision of a great throne! A great seat of stone and of pale tyrannic might A hundred winters wide and a thousand funerals high I am the crown of destruction, the golden god of life and death First wound of the last hour Give ear, O heavens and I will speak And hear O earth the words of my mouth The stutter of my thunder and the roar of my doubt For I have been struck with the rod of clarity Hewn asunder by Ocram's rusty axe The hymns are fading: I fall and I bleed, while cursing the fact That it was just a dream The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact That it was just a dream While cursing the fact That it was just a dream While cursing the fact And that it was all just a dream