This world that we live in has become a farce
of the identity we could have had.
We now lie in a state of ruin simply destroying everything we can.
The grace we're given has been exploited to the furthest end.
The creator we have avoided is now calling for us to ascend.
The air we breathe is starting to run out.
The light we see is beginning to burn out.
A generation of vipers can't be enough to bring us down.
We will be the catalyst to ignite the spark,
these flames burning in the hearts of many.
All will know the name of the Just One,
redeemer crowned most high.
My heart is heavy.
Carry me on your wings.
My heart is heavy.
I reach to the sky.
I fear the lights will fade to dim if we can't find the narrow path.
I find hope is the only thing that we have left.
Grace is the only way we can forget
the pain we've caused ourselves.
We cannot escape.
We must rise together, ascend to a better place.
This is the beginning of a new age of man.
We will find glory in the name of the king.
The serpent has been crushed by the archetype of everything.