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Gather ye mighty Ones,

All above the skies!

Cast your spells over these mortals!

And they shall vanish

As Babylon in fire,

But the red roses blow

On the broken ruins of Tyre

Majesty!

Rise!

Weaving spiders come not here!

Great Fire!

Burn!

Ye never gonna learn

That to me ye cannot pray?

Year after year ye call me

In this place

Lifting your puny shouts

Of triumph to the skies,

You turn your eyes to me,

But you don't see me at all...

Venerate me once again,

Oh with these flames!

Which hither ye have brought

From the regions, I reign

To dream you conquer care,

Ye fools and priests

Hail to eternal fire!

Once again I set thou free!

We beseech thee!

Touch the world of man!

With blinding eyes

Open their mind to follow

The memories of the past

Rise up to everlasting spires,

As joyous funeral march!

Remember my ancient promise:

You'll never die!

Ye, who see in the dark!

In your leafy Temple,

Thine eyes glow

Prince of all mortal wisdom,

Let the cold darkness

Grow...

Blind fools of ages,

Abyss in their eyes!

Oh, my Light!

I start the fires of hate,

On their funeral pyre!