Obtained by time, entering the final hour Our last request, will be the rise to power From where we stand upon the misty ground of misery Where the shadows lie, and darkness will forever be no longer bond by fear, the will of man will set us free Towards the light Kill the enemy Obtained by fire, entering the final hour A thousand deaths, flesh and soul devoured From where we stand upon the misty ground of misery Where the shadows lie, and darkness will forever be no longer bond by fear, the will of man will set us free Towards the light Kill the enemy