In tempest torn
In accent hoarse
In talons Grasp
In spite of all
Doomed to endure
All is inclined
Dread we inspire
Eternal Fire
That inward burns
The bitter end
Dare we descend?

We are the suffering

Dare we descend?
The bitter end
That inward burns

Eternal fire
Dread we inspire
All is inclined
The woven word
Doomed to endure
In spite of all
In talons Grasp
In accent hoarse
In tempest torn

Lyrics by
John McRae