Wrought in Stygian visions
Wrought in Stygian visions
Drink from the cup of memory
And though our limbs maybe weary
Keepers of sacred fire

By the gods of the earth
How heavy this axe
Upon the hallowed mountain
How heavy this axe
Awaken from your sleep

To mourn the death of our ancient queen
The gods convene
By the gods of the earth
We face an endless host of foes

Burden carried from birth
Burden carried from birth
Cut down like wheat beneath a scythe
Of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows