A tired sun over a western world A civilization at its end A dawn of fire In all corners there will be fire The symbol of Christ, the chalice full of blood, origins of terror Angels they sang to the world, starving in pain And their feathers were in flames He who has listened to the confessions for centuries, his enemy are many Dawn of this time has arrived and the four horsemen rode upon the earth From the north evil spawned From north SURTH's flames drowned the earth