Given to the Rising

We stand encircled by wing and fire Our deepest ties return and turn upon us The shrouded reason, the bleeding answer The human plague in womb Bring clouds of war Let us rest Our future breed the last In the conscience waits Dreams of the new sun We'

In the thoughts of time we are of sand With aphasic songs the ratios are blind A lucid air deletes the sound The water slows to receive you The lantern guides to the evil As a weapon forms of the dawn The air reeks of foul play Inscribe your fears in