We are the storms 
We are the tides 
We are the moon 
We are the sun 
We are the rapture 
We are the decay 
We are the voices 
We are the echoes of those that were before 

There are those that were 
There were those that are 

Who went unseen 
Who were forgotten 
In shadows 

We are unearthed 
Revealed to all 
The faces of horror 
The mirrors of time 

Time shall not pass us by 
Time shall not forget our might 

We are those that were 
We were those that are 
In the echoes of time 

Rising from the faults 
Rising from the pits 
Rising to greet the stars 

We are unearthed 

Earth becomes a grave 
A kingdom of raining ash 
Where lava streams run wild 
Burning all that is left 

Now the stars are burning 
The cycle is ending 
The kings are marching 
To the worlds beyond 

We'll be the storms 
We'll be the tides 
We'll be the moon 
We'll be the sun 
We'll be the rapture 
We'll be the decay 
We'll be the voices 
We'll be the echoes of those that were before 

Time shall not pass us by 
Time shall not forget our might 

As one cycle ends, another one begins 
Our flesh is meaningless and will be forgotten 
Only the abyss remains in the ever-rolling dark