Original lyrics
ENThe ground is shaking, the fever breaks
Driven to the edge by what it takes
Blood on the linen, a blinding light
We face the monster in the dead of night
Hold your breath, the world will spin
The final battle is about to begin
Adrenaline rushing, a crimson tide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
The screaming sirens, the crushing strain
A relentless storm of iron and rain
Push through the void, tear down the gate
This is the moment where empires fall
A quiet cry
The storm goes cold
A tiny smile to embrace
The fog arrives, the air is still
I stand alone upon this hill
Lost in this blind, delusive peace
I pray the quiet will never cease
The hurricane has passed away
But in the fog, the echoes stay
So calm, so still