All I see are burning skies
To the sound of rising clouds
In the cold we shield our eyes
Sealed below the silent ground
All I see has turned to hate
From the light there's no escape
In the cold a distant sound
Closing in we tread electric ground
Beyond the burning cloud
Beneath the pending sky
Behold the burning sun
We tread electric ground
To the sound of rising clouds
In the cold we shield our eyes
Sealed below the silent ground
All I see has turned to hate
From the light there's no escape
In the cold a distant sound
Closing in we tread electric ground
Beyond the burning cloud
Beneath the pending sky
Behold the burning sun
We tread electric ground