Dethrone the castles of fading light
Watch as the flowers wither in the coven of the storms
Let the blackened clouds lead us to another rainy night
Hear me heavens, hear me cry
God of the storms and clouds up high
Flowing crystal streams like fire in my eyes
Enthroned the mighty nature of black whirling winds
Fire in my eyes
Black whirling winds
For beneath you are, we of our infant cries
Grandest are the elder ones, men before our kings
Of our infant cries
Men before our kings