Spirit born aflame in ancient mute decay
In solitude we are reborn
Like a winter's eve, so pale and grey it came
Where ashes lay upon my grave
Bound forevermore
A new dawn arise
A hope in the dark
Forever reborn
With blood on his hands
This morning journey
A sign of fate
It holds me close
And speaks to me in tongues of fire
Wordless in the dark they preach
Unleashed into the night
Running and hunting forever it seems
Eluding the castaway
Forging the path for a hope of tomorrow
A future gone astray
Glory forsaken while you held the line
A future plain to see
Given to suffer, is this how it ends?
Are we just martyrs of your misery?
