Towering cloud, mystery shroud
Enveloping and concealing
The purpose of pain, is never in vain
Purity is our healing

The hour’s late we can’t negotiate
We’re dancing on the edge of reason
and we’ll soon ignite

When smoke is rising,
It won't be long until the fire

A Serpent of Brass, Pandemonium Mass,
All of the children sleeping
We’re drawing so near, the precipice of fear
Over the edge we're leaping

I feel the heat on the horizon
I see the temperature keep risin’
as it draws us in

When smoke is risin’, fire is comin’
The world is on fire tonight