From my icy home
Amidst the stars, far between
where bones still rattle in fear
Deprived of life and light and love
Still there is hope in one
Of ever-crushing glory
The fiery death of angels
Soaring in glory too high
But beyond the frozen gate
There lies no salvation
The dead inherit the sins of their fathers
No escape from karmic pull
Still there is hope in one
Of ever-crushing glory
the fiery death of angels
Soaring in glory too high
Somewhere in the lower dungeons
Beyond the gate of the moon
My past lives relentlessly call
They never let me forget
Still there is hope in one
Of ever-crushing glory
The fiery death of angels
Soaring in glory too high
Heroes fall face down on the ground weeping
At the brightness of this star of stars
There is no mercy or forgiveness
In the rays of the boundless life