To what ends will the soul of man go if one were to truly ask
From highest peaks and lowest poles followed by their darkest wrath
To burn their way to the stars above they seek to build their throne
Amongst the aether and to the ends they build upon the bones
Though terrible and fearsome their gaze has lifted to the sky
They bring fire and creation they know the time is nigh
A terrible flood of chaos to what ends we shall never know
But with every planet burned their miracles will continue to grow