The Flame Shall Not Fade

We're the heritage
Of immortal days
In flames and shades
We forged our way
Through the ices of north
And the sands of the sun
We travelled in aeons
To let not fade
The flame.

We're descent of
The immemorial age
A sea of light
A wisdom race
And chaos will be
With our rise
And that shall be
The beginning of time.

From the gold of the heaven thrones
From the steel of the heathen swords
They will merge what is right and wrong
And bring perfection in this world
From the depth of forgotten tombs
From the prophet's flesh and blood
They shall wake a shining truth
And forge perfection in this world.

We shall sweep away
Metaphysic's pain
Thou shalt not weep
Another day.

The end shall be
The start of life
The consciousness
Of our kind!

As we have died in flames
For the flame of life
We've walked in snow
To fight the ice
Existing on
The shadow line
We burn ourselves
To feed the light!

From the gold of the heaven thrones
From the steel of the heathen swords
They will merge what is right and wrong
And forge perfection in this world
From the ashes of ancient tombs
To the glitter of golden domes
They'll unfold the words untold
And bring perfection in this world.

Of darkness and pain.

In the flames of a million pyres
In the heat of a thousand fires
They will shine and they will die
Deemed heresy their word
From the gold of the heaven thrones
To the circles of ancient stones
They will change what is right and wrong
And forge perfection in this world.

Bound to the earth and led to fly
Living and everdying
Hated and doomed to the fire
Keepers of the flame.