We
look for the promise of creation. We asked for a new beginning.
This is the gift you give?
Tears stained red. Ground dark as blood.
We
weep for we know our sin. This land shall be our grave.
Is this the retribution?
Sand stained red. Ocean dark as blood.
Escape
is not an option. The roads to the sea are gone.
This is our destruction?
Hope blemished red. Dreams black as blood.
Scars
mark our hearts. Our land falls to ruin.
This is our reward.
Morning Star, capture us to the dawn.
