Burn beating heart glows in the skull halls   Pulsing flame falls prance through the night   And the grim old master stone cold   Grasps his raven as clefs crack his thorns      Within the sunstorm      Boil brimful heart blows melt the snow walls   And the moon falls in flickering fires   Mighty wings fold for a soul sold   All the waters now tremble in steam      Within the sunstorm      Shall his claws no longer lead   In the snake's wise whisper's bite   In hidden shall survive      Within the sunstorm