The ashes fall like snow on a frozen plain
A symphony of loss a mournful refrain
But from the dust a legion will arise
With fire in their eyes and steel in their guise
We are the scars upon the face of time
Transcending the limits of space and chime
No god no king no master above
Only the power born of blood sweat and love
The silence before the avalanche
A desperate trembling stance
To grasp the edge to hold the breath
To stare the shadow of death in the depth
I am standing at the apex of thunder
Where the lightning strikes and the mountains plunder
No fear no chains no plea
Just the roar of the storm and the fire in thee
We are the sparks in the endless night
Burning brighter than the vanishing light
This is the moment the final stand
Reaching out to take the Promised Land
Can you feel the ground quake
Can you hear the earth break
There is no retreat
The rhythm is savage the drumbeat is fleet
Reconciling the father and the child
Of nature and man of spirit and rind
We claim what is ours we claim what is defined
(Instrumental: A blistering high -speed guitar solo layered over a driving orchestral rhythm section)
I am standing at the apex of thunder
Where the lightning strikes and the mountains plunder
No fear no chains no plea
Just the roar of the storm and the fire in thee
We are the sparks in the endless night
Burning brighter than the vanishing light
This is the moment the final stand
Reaching out to take the Promised Land
