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