Lete rivers run with the blood of our children Dying in scorched ashes The undeniable ignorance flowing homeward Breeding forth the lies in questionable conscious Never before feeling the grace of silence
Burning the bridges and fortress to no end Forgetting these lives and those before Relinquishing dreams to the dishonorable dead Letting the sly infiltrate the stronghold
Walking among the sightless
Stay the course Cast disillusion aside Sever those malignant feeders From the wound Raise your swords to the sky And let them burn for all to see
Holding onto freedom Facing any foe Wait not for salvation For it is ours to owe
