Lyrics: October Falls. The Womb Of Primordial Nature. III.

The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void
Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration
These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom
Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end
The endless piles of ash, the stones gathered as one
The streams of fire, casting the frames for tomorrow
The utmost ageless wisdom, reborn through the flames
The vast gloom of eternity, pyres of thousands rising
A crimson sunset, turned to raging, harvesting darkness
Ascent ? The wolves of tomorrow
Reborn ? The wombs of primordial nature