Fire leans over me
Eternity
Quilted by the night
Far beyond the sea
Old reveries
Wither
Late to our return
The seasons turn
Ever so divine
Stained but hallowed still
The land I yield
Is severed
Over this faded line
One step too deep into the mire
A reaching hand
A deafening sigh
Until the wails of wolves
Remind us of elegies
Of summers gone
And till the ground below
Devours the firmament whole
Beyond the great unknown
Horizons are conjuring
A fiery storm
A war fought alone
For a hundred years
We heed the silent call
Sprout of iron
The wreckage of yesteryear
In constant bloom
Our desolation
Is blind to where we lay our fathers
A trail of virtue
To sully the purity
And brave the fall
In dedication
To waters sailed long before us
To our mothers’ staying power
Reeling across this faded line
Until the wails of wolves
Remind us of elegies
Of summers gone
And till the ground below
Devours the firmament whole
Beyond the great unknown
Horizons are conjuring
A fiery storm
A war fought alone
For a hundred years
We heed the silent call
As the firestorm leaned closer
Eternity was painted across the sky
Pride would never let this river be our deathbed
It belongs to me
It belongs to me
