(Intro): (A lone acoustic guitar with a gloomy strum, a gradually increasing hum of distorted guitars, and a heavy drum beat): (Verse 1): Shadows stand still in the empty cathedral, and the cold marble remains silent. But as my fingers touch the white steps, I declare this war to be sacred. The first chord crashes like a storm, and the windows tremble under the force of the elements. The keys burst under the frenzied rhythm, as if for our old sins. (Pre-chorus): The air is trembling, turning to lead, This finale is just the beginning of the end! (Chorus): Toccata in Flames, Symphony of Steel! In the raging flames, the strings were screaming. From the ashes of hope, a chord will be born, Where every beat is like a scaffold above the world. Let the sky fall in this fury-filled hour, Toccata in Flames will judge us all! (Verse 2): The copper is red-hot to the point of screaming, Thunder is born in the organ's pipes. In the flickering flames, there are thousands of faces, Those who have le