one hand held to the sky and a furious battlecry these burning lights became her ornament
as far as she has sought the empty grounds she's wrought she's found no one to share the sentiment
in a lifeless, cold refrain she expresses her disdain for knowing everything she chose to know
before the world began far away and now back again the time has come to feel the final blow
but she has chosen now to chase another day with only what she's seen to guide her on the way It's never easy now to swallow your defeat and so she fights, but now she knows where she'll go the day it dies
what has now become everything covered up so the sun won't sting the once defeated now defeats the foe
ten thousand wars to wage with an army of filth and rage what you shall reap is made from what you sow
one hand held to the sky her thoughts were amplified and she was heard with every implement
all through the world she's been far away and now back again but she's found no one to share the sentiment