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 just a dream The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact That it was just a dream I fall to my knees while cursing the fact That it was just a dream I fall to my knees while cursing the fact