Stalking these cold halls
Bathed in winters frost
Flesh like seasons rust
Why must we fade?
Is it the urge to suffer?
Grant us reckoning
Sight beyond a dream
Endless sanctity
Into that black, ocean of night
Forever
Deep within these dark walls
Spirits of those whom see far beyond the eye
Seeking the wisdom of the wind
A stranger in the runes of the sky
Why must it be?
A seed of the ages sewn into time
To rise in the age of uproarious grieving
For we are but man
Is fate but our purpose and if it is
We must march on to power, to glory, to eminence
We must march on 'til the barriers crumble to dust
Pan' ire
Heed the dismay
Embers shall rain from an infinite sky
The warriors bleed for an eternal evening
The god's they defend, stare death in the iris
And so it is……
We must march on to power, to glory, to eminence
We must march on 'til the barriers crumble to dust
Pan's ire
The morning after, I feel that fate is near
Outside my window the light of the moon
We meet the sunrise, the field of battle
The fog has risen, the darkness is near
The eye of the earth through the panes of the sands of our time
Envisions the hour, disheartment, tragedy