I raise my eyes to the sky, Black with fear and without hope, As I cry into the vastness of the void. Hypocritical realm of the imaginary, Your God is dead and shall forever be. I bury your books of submission And raise my fist to the unknown. The stars will forever shine When our ashes will feed the antic soil. Your God is dead, Dethroned by the immersive lore That has always prevailed. The stars will forever shine. I raise my eyes to the sky, Inexorable vastness of wisdom, Where the sorrows travel through Time. Astral spire thrown by a lost beauty, As silence conquers your mind. You delve into the moaning abyss of oblivion. Astral spire thrown by a lost beauty. The stars will forever shine When our ashes will feed the antic soil. Your God is dead, Dethroned by the immersive lore That has always prevailed. The stars will forever shine.