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

Beyond 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 Beyond this coil, I am reaching
Beyond your reach, I send myself,
Beyond 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

Beyond this coil, I am reaching
Beyond your reach, I send myself,
Beyond 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