[Style: Atmospheric Black Metal, Funeral Doom Metal] You scream of systems, class, and creed Of broken oaths and bloody deeds You forge your armies, draw your lines With fragile, fleeting, proud designs You think your war is all that is... You are a footnote in the abyss A passing fever, brief and bright Beneath the cold, eternal light [Pre-Chorus] (The Observer) You fools... you stare into the mud And dream of victory in blood But have you looked up at the sky? And have you dared to ask it... why? The shield is failing, thin and pale! The cosmic winds begin to wail! The cycle turns, as it has before! The final, cleansing, solar war! The clock ticks down, twelve thousand years! To wash away your trivial tears! This is the sun's divine rebuke! A final, closing of the book! Your poles are wandering from their home The molten heart begins to roam The sun awakens from its sleep To promises it has to keep I read the truth in ancient ice The price of your brief paradise The flash-frozen beasts, the shattered stone The myths of gods you've overthrown [Pre-Chorus] (The Observer) This truth was written in the frost A memory your science lost And while you build your towers tall The very stars prepare your fall The shield is failing, thin and pale! The cosmic winds begin to wail! The cycle turns, as it has before! The final, cleansing, solar war! The clock ticks down, twelve thousand years! To wash away your trivial tears! This is the sun's divine rebuke! A final, closing of the book!
