The fields of gold
Are burning to ashes
And all the good
Is turning to ashes

And in the darkest night
Fire burning in his eyes
This is his final call
The fight of centuries

Nowhere to run
the volcano's rising
So hide yourselves
Before it's too late

And in the darkest night
Fire burning in his eyes
This is his final call
The fight of centuries

Sinners and saints
Mercy no more for you all
Angels burned alive
Execution of good

Truth turning to lies
Life is easier this way
Light dimming into dark
The evil is ruling our minds