Cutting through the darkness
With a beacon of light
Brilliant is the torch, the end of our strife
Illuminator of the blackened
Causing shadows to die
Everlasting candescence will light up the sky
Test of the will, the future looks bright
Raising the torch becoming Devine
Ending of an empire
They begin to decay
Releasing the grip, the dawn of the day
Thousand years of torment, rob the kings of their breath
The wage of the sins they commit is their death
Test of the will, the future looks bright
Raising the torch becoming Devine
We see the light shine again
Bask in the rays of the Sun
