O, ye scions of ruin, thy majesty was shackled in treacherous gold, thy fire extinguished by the blight of sanctimonious tyranny. The dragons shall rise once more ! The wrath of the storm's undying lament Beneath the hollow firmament where empyrean light dares not encroach where the cyclonic dirge of entropy weaves their requiem A citadel of desolation lingers Where once the sovereign wyrms, wreathed in tempestuous glory, inscribed their dominion upon the heavens, Now lies a mausoleum of crumbling time, devoured by the chasms of fate’s insatiable maw. For the age of gold shall be smothered in the embers And the storm of the firstborn shall carve eternity upon the tomb of false divinity! Herald of the empyrean pyres Chantez l’élégie des seigneurs brisés, aux écailles embrassées par les braises Car nul trône forgé, nul arbre étranglent les étoiles Ne survivra à la colère du chant funèbre ! Voyez ! La voûte céleste déchirée, le mensonge doré effacé Behold Thy majesty Behold The Celestial Sanguine