The Art Of An Endless Creation Lyrics - Dies Irae

they were drawn nigh by void, 

by abyss, tranquillity, heat, 

demise and silence 

the perfect order of death 

the angels of illusion 

ready for creation 

the grand show 

of the universe 

for great are the forces 

of fusion and flames 

there, where the bitter fear ends 

where power grows in strength 

for open are the goblets of despair 

and the circlet made of thorns 

here, in the caves, where 

the illusion and freedom fade 

and from their hands 

a fire shall spring 

and craft the suns 

the angels of illusion 

in the act of making 

the art of an endless creation