Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry. Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise. Faith now regained. Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites.
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the light that guides us home.
Bow down- before the god of cash. The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast. No foundation for the fram by which you set your mind. Just a legacy for the feeble to find.