Ghosts with gentle voices, calling us never to wake,
And we see another nation rising from the ashes
Soon to unearth what we cannot escape,
As timre draws near for all of us

Make amend, dear tyrant
And be my ominous companion
Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep;
Rapt and fitfully chained

Hear the trumpets' sound!
The angels of discord are gathering;
Such beautiful faces, such poisonous tongues;
A dead world assembly

Into the world you brought me,
And after your world you wrought me
With a finger to your mouth
And I lost myself in the sea;
Carrying the waves of time
There's nothing to believe,
And you ask me why I grieve

Make amend, dear tyrant
And be my ominous companion
Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep;
Rapt and fitfully chained

"Earth raised up her head
From the darkness' dread and drear
Her light fled, and her locks covered with grey despair"

Hear the trumpets' sound!
Our empire stifles and crumbles
This terrible loss will generate us,
Gone from this dead world assembly

Here is the void
Here is the cross we carry with us
Through this dead world assembly