Misty morning on windswept plain
Embers of a fortress all that remain.
The seeds of life that burned within
have flown like whispers on the wind.
From the sleepers world
I look toward darkening skys.
Through the violet haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired eyes.
Embers of a fortress all that remain.
The seeds of life that burned within
have flown like whispers on the wind.
From the sleepers world
I look toward darkening skys.
Through the violet haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired eyes.