Hear our rebellion
Restless power waiting
In the hands of natives
Remnants of these worlds collide
Blaze across the endless sky
Burning, Spires
Sear past the gate of the sun
Crumble, Down
Fear our revolution
Annihilation's coming
Through the words of natives
We will never take their side
Blaze across the endless sky
Burning, Spires
Sear past the gate of the sun
Crumble, Down
Night of pagans
Dancing shadows
We will make these changes
Or our worlds will surely die
Blaze across the endless sky
Burning, Spires
Sear past the gate of the sun
Crumble, Down
Night of heathens
Embers rising
We will make these changes
Or our worlds will surely die