Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the
cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying
lightOn that
day, when the
sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes, did a fading
sun rise in the
dark?
Glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls find a voice
flickering through the void
These little sparks, cling on to life,
everyone caught in the struggle,
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
scattering ashes to the wind
Every soul contains a whisper of light
gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight
No escape, no greater fate to be made
In the end, the chains of time will not
breakColors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the
cold of the night
Light will guide you, on your way to the ultimate fight