Paroles de Arctica

The steam shall give birth to a glacier The heath shall give way to sand Bone shall become tusk Hair shall become nail Tooth shall cling to skull Being shall become The eternal return Of fire Asphault shall flow like water Forest shall crowd out the worms Nothing ever began There was no dawn The heat chars The cold stabs The wheat shall give way to chaff Bone shall crack against bone Being shall become The eternal return Of fire