Beneath the sediment of aeons In ancient repose    My trust lay eroded by age The old glory faded    And past times forgotten My reign given way to my rage       Harmonious the centuries The land and I were one    My Soil My water, My air Bringer of light And Master of night    In balance The earth in my care       But with the passing of days A new wind came blowing    With whispers of change On its wing    This tide of corruption Laid siege to my world Usurping the throne of a King       Your new gods Your new ways All seek to dispel me    With doctrines of fear built on lies The hidden one no longer I claim my dominion    To the sun of your age I arise...       ...Of your anger Your anger Your ignorance Your blindness Your greed    Your progress Your conquest Your mania Your need    Your sorrow Your sickness Your final, parting breath Your hatred Your bloodshed    Your future Your death I will have none I will have none I will have none I will have none       I, dread lord of shadows With broken spell unto this dying age I bid farewell...