This is it

Smoke rolls low like a crawling god

Sky turns black where the daylight stood

The ground is breathing, I can hear its roar

A dead-cold whisper underneath the floor

Fire in the treeline, ghosts in the air

Animals running like they know what’s there

Static on the radio, a voice breaking thin—

“Vancouver… Vancouver…”

“This is it… it’s coming in.”

And the mountain’s got a heartbeat

Pounding through the stone

You can’t outrun a titan

When it wants its throne

Ashwraith rising, tearing through the sky

Burning out the daylight, making angels cry

Everything you’re holding turns to dust again

Feel the world fall silent—

Mount St. Helens

Mudflow crawling like a starving beast

Trees snap clean in the savage feast

Shockwave screaming like a metal choir

Hell wakes up in a plume of fire

Cities watching from electric graves

Praying to the radio, shaking like waves

No one really knows how the end begins

Til the sky turns molten

And the daylight thins

And the mountain’s got a heartbeat

Drumming through the bone

We’re just temporary shadows

Standing too close to the throne

Ashwraith rising, tearing through the sky

Burning out the daylight, making angels cry

Everything you’re holding turns to dust again

Feel the world fall silent—

Mount St. Helens

Black sun

Cold lungs

Sound of the earth coming undone

Stone gods

Old blood

We all return to ash and mud

Ashwraith rising, screaming in the red

Wake the sleeping giants, wake the living dead

Nothing lasts forever in the shadow of the end

Bow before the mountain—

Mount St. Helens