As fear turns to ash and scars wash away, fate turns its eyes on this human stain Full of empty resource Whose decadence shall lead to their fall

As empires fall, and new kings arise, chances now pass to learn from demise. Going on in all our pride into the ends of our own design Ignore the signs as they pass. Continue man along your path Thus the instruments of your conquest become the tools of your demise

As honor falls from grace, what hope remainsIn falsehood we shall not hide our hearts disgrace

I hold my heart in our funeral flames and hope that fire can cleanse my sins away

And the cycles turn round, fueling the flames that consume all within creation. Man will burn, like all else will, despite his claims to control his own fate

The arrogance that drives mankind leads from success to immortal pride Thus the instruments of our conquest become the tools of our demise

As tears turn to ash and scars wash away, I make my stand on what I believeOpen eyes to all I hide, making my path on my own design Acknowledging my insignificance Removing all my disguises Thus the instruments of my conquest are no longer tools of my demise

As honor falls from grace, what hope remainsIn falsehood we shall not hide our hearts disgrace