Funeral Mist - Apokalyptikon

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