There are oceans of oceans and mountains of seas.
Rivers of madness -- and storms of mystery.
The flower of devotion -- we saw it wither and die
Now she cries for creation -- from her throne in the sky
Down like imploding towers -- in the final hours -- beyond the night.
Ascend now from the deep -- from eternal sleep -- shrouded in light.
Hope will drift down like ashes -- from the fires of existence --
there will be no regrets -- there can be no resistance.
Will you beg for salvation -- will you rejoice in the end --
when Earth collides with the sun, and the last of the stars descend?
Here's the song: