I lie restless, frustrated beneath the purple sky,
watching helplessly, fixated, as time floats on by,
silently and indiscreetly, the fallout of our souls, cover every road,
Lightbearer won't you call my name,
so I can feel alive again,
alive for the end.
To unveil their lies, I'll bury the torch, that fed our eyes, with the deceiving light,
Blinding, corrupting every heart, I'll trust the flame that lives beneath my skin.
Lightbearer won't you call my name,
so I can feel alive again,
alive for the end.
A new light is rising, the blood moon arises.
Lightbearer won't you call my name,
so I can feel alive again,
alive for the end.