Ruins - Beastwars

The fallen stare upon the crown

Whispering words I do not know

Wings of change in the air

See this fire, this fire below

Let the black wind howl

Let them walk upon the sea

Let their holy moons explode

Let their troubled world be told

To dream of space

Between night and day

Let the noise return

Let the gods return to the holy hill

Let the back winds howl

Let them walk upon seas

Let their moons explode

Let their blood become FIRE