Ten Thousands Cranes

Some proclaimed it was the seventh gate Some forebode it was the heaven's wake Yet in the end it was us All along In the nest of ten thousand cranes At long last we smothered the flame Though not in the advent of the long aspired calm The trees still stand so tall Reddened corpses that breathe no more A songless headstone for the fallen For the proud Burn I command you - burn And bring back what was taken It was taken twice Behold the brand The mark of plague Our savior of molten flesh Paint the clouds with darkness My song it echoes A wordless plea of pain After a moment of eternity It slowly falters and fades away