From nothing we unleash everything
In this dreaded symphony
In dreams I often see these rooms of emptiness
Dungeons of deceit
I'm led to look into each and every
Room to find nothing
Yet I'm somewhat drawn into looking

My welcome to this dreaded symphony
My life grows short and in the end
It
Matters not of lie or consequence
My fate is sealed in angels eyes

Each and every room I see nothing but blackness
Is this a sight into myself?
These rooms of emptiness Yet I'm somewhat drawn
Is this a sight into myself?

"On these vast lands we forever continue
Under the fists of our gods, we battle for these lands
Through red skies we strike with eternity
From nothing we unleash everything,
In this dreaded symphony"