Fear my name, in the dead of the night
For I am reborn of flame
You will feel my wrath
I will destroy all things that lay in my path

It's raining relentlessly, and the last little flickering flame which I kindled and cared for so dearly is beginning to wither and fade
Now here I tend, in darkness
Scrawling onto tattered pages you once held so close
Sleep has overtaken us, and if it weren't for these binds I would float away

Fear my name, in the dead of the night
My burden is bound by the tales I wrote
These have been the Chronicles of Woe
Burn down the forests
No longer are they my home
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the Chronicles of Woe

Now feel my wrath
Tear down the skies
Feel my wrath
My hatred engulfs me
Destroying your dreams
Feel my wrath
I'll bide my time and burn you alive
Feel my wrath
My vengeance will be swift, at my burning hand
The flames from my fingertips dwindle and cheer, at the torment of man

Tear down the fucking skies
Tear down the fucking skies
Can you feel the surge of hatred from my torment?
I burdened your stories, you left me for dead and cursed the forest

My name is forever echoed throughout the wastes
And my malevolence is eating my heart out
Should you hear it

Fear my name, in the dead of the night
For I am reborn of flame
You will feel my wrath
I will destroy all things that lay in my path

I've burdened your stories, your codex of sorrow and lies
I relinquish this duty, take back what you once kept so safe

Fear my name, in the dead of the night
I burden no longer the tales I wrote
Take of me these Chronicles of Woe
Burn down the forests
No longer are they my home
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the Chronicles of Woe

Fear my name, in the dead of the night
I burden no longer the tales I wrote
Take of me these Chronicles of Woe
Fear my name, in the dead of the night
I burden no longer the tales I wrote
These are the Chronicles of Woe