Of Power

Power calling
And the frail shall turn to dust as the...,
Power rising
Within the few who find the will,
It grows, i know
It shows

Whoah- within the heart there's a fury and it grows
Within the eyes a deathlike calm,
And eye to eye we recognize our own

Whoah- with death of day within the few
This inversion shall bring anew,
That of nights that since have gone unknown

Beyod this coil, i am reaching
Beyond your reach, i send myself

Whoah- beneath the earth beyond the sky it grows
Extend our will silent and still,
As one by one we deify our own

Whoah- now heed the urge to slip inside
And let them scream of patricide,
Destiny we will invent alone

Beyod this coil, i am reaching
Beyond your reach, i send myself,
Beyod this coil, i am reaching
Beyond your reach, i send myself

Power calling
And the frail shall turn to dust as the...,
Power rising
Within the few who find the will

Beyod this coil, i am reaching
Beyond your reach, i send myself,
Beyod this coil, i am reaching
Beyond your reach, i send myself,
Beyond this coil, beyond this coil, i am reaching
Beyond your reach, i send myself