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Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak-

And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth

For I have been granted the sight of a god!

The strength of a mountain and the will of a flood

Moons fear my shadow and suns envy my glare

I am the great shift: the great transformation of the spheres...

First light of the last day

Behold O ye heavens as I ignite –

And see O earth, the flames of my throat –

For I have been given dominion over the ancient embers,

The glands of liquid rock

And the chasms of the world –

I am the burning shroud of the end-times,

The raging torch of the final dawn....

First flame of the last pyre – Here and now begins the age of fire.

Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak –

And hear, O men the crack of my whip

For I have been granted the vision of a great throne!

A great seat of stone and of pale tyrannic might:

A hundred winters wide and a thousand funerals high –

I am the crown of destruction, the golden god of life and death....

First wound of the last hour.

Give ear, O heavens and I will speak –

And hear O earth the words of my mouth

The stutter of my thunder and the roar of my doubt

For I have been struck with the rod of clarity,

Hewn asunder by Ocram's rusty axe –

The hymns are fading: I fall and I bleed, while cursing the fact...

That it was all just a dream

The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact...

That it was all just a dream –

While cursing the fact...

That it was all just a dream –

While cursing the fact...

That it was all just a dream