We cross the still waters of acheron And bid farewell to the sepulchral stare of charon beyond the restless calm Where the father of time awaits Nothingness dies; an oath of blood reawakens our fate In elysian plains where the winds of redemption blow From burning cinders of myrrh and stygian shores we arise Caressed by the willow's whispers and the firefly's glow The glory of our new jerusalem radiates in the pale moon shine Shine my light.. Shine... Oh, shine... Our voices roar like the rage of the windstorm Re-writing scripts of dreams long forgone Chasing solar chariots blazing through the sky Reaching for the light that blinds the dragon's eye Like the amaranth that blooms far in amber stream meadows; we are forever immortal Rejoicing we rejoice in the splendour of the untainted crown; his temple is forever eternal The bringer of death takes flight in awe; scorned and forlorn Ending the bane of the cold winter gloom; behold the genesis of the re-born Our voices roar like the rage of the windstorm Re-writing scripts of dreams long forgone Chasing solar chariots blazing through the sky Reaching for the light that blinds the dragon's eye