Rivalry of Phantoms      The tide of the substances   Furious force, a stunning course   A war unbroken   It's the coil of the combining ends   The dawn of the random fall       I summon the winter, the autumns son   The way of those, the way of mine   I summon the winds, the rage of storms   My way is for those, the sinner?s kind   Damnation groan, hear the call       The tide of the substance, spins in the core   Like a furious force kept stunning beyond   It's the coil of the combining ends   The dawn of the random fall       I summon the rivers the ocean?s son   The way of those the way of mine   I summon the motion, the presence of time   My way is for those, the sinners kind       Beware the sight of those   Those who were my sight   Beware the hate of those   Who rivals as the storms   Who storms as rivals   At the plains, in the havoc   The rivalry of phantoms       The erosion is my war, die you may   The wind i my passion. Utterly you weep   The rivers are my blood, drown you may   The wind is my passion, the passion to fight