Colors weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

On that day, when the sky fell away

Our world came to an end

In our eyes, did a fading sun rise in the dark?

Glimmering shadows

Silence grows, in the spaces between

stretching out beyond time

Rising up, as a chorus of souls find a voice

flickering through the void

These little sparks, cling on to life,

everyone caught in the struggle,

And then the storms of change, they fan the flames

scattering ashes to the wind

Every soul contains a whisper of light

gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight

No escape, no greater fate to be made

In the end, the chains of time will not break

Colors weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

As fate spins a thread without end,

new life draws its first breath,

Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past,

where destiny holds fast,

Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand

everyone caught in the struggle,

This is the day we finally find our way

stepping into our tomorrow

Every soul contains a whisper of light

growing louder as it calls to unite

From the distance sings a chorus of souls

rising slowly, stirring heat from the coals

Colors weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Light will guide you, on your way to the ultimate fight