Fall to your Knees as you bow to the anceint ones; Apparitions rise in the halls of the dead As the ageless stranger awakes. Forces will fall as the prophecy said, And the earth will crumble, ane thier souls will shake. In a dream lies the black obscene; And the nemisis shall have it's prey Now that the night has spoken, And our souls cast shadows to the sky: Destined to fly when the wing has broken; Never to touch the light. In a dream lies the black obscene, And the exodus shall have it's day The eclipse of the end is upon us again The face of time has withered and decayed Buried in the thorny briar Glowing eyes of distant pyres Gazing up and ever higher At the twisted tower of fire. The eclipse of the end is upon us again The face of time has withered and decayed Buried in the thorny briar Glowing eyes of distant pyres Gazing up and ever higher At the twisted tower of fire. At the twisted tower of fire. At the twisted tower of fire. (of fire)