The earth drinks the smoke of our fires
The skies carve scars upon our flesh
Our wounds open wide like the maw of a beast
Ready to consume the poison of dawn
Our hymns fade into the shadows
We are the bearers of the ancient flame
The torch that will burn the world to ashes
The shroud that will engulf the end of days
A new flame shall rise from the ashes
But will it burn or will it consume
The question lingers as we stand on the edge
Of a world that no longer remembers our name