Ascendance

Reasons become Left illusions Will retrace and hold along your way, Seen the wounds of wealth and glory No, I won't kill this moment Drop this urge, unfold the omens Tide has never stop and Flow, dance into this motion Now we know ground's not the soil Withhold the winds ongoing Treason remains, Meantime we create, we pray our deadmen. How long we'll wait To become the bird and start ascending A threat that's grown inside,* Math, maps and walls collide Alone I stay, Where we were safe There's not quiescence If battle lays unseen Alone I stay, Where nothing's strange Now it's time for Lies we've left to dry -And let the fears unveiling- Now we're hard 'nough Now we can just fly -Among the ancient morals- We spread The word, the word, the word No, I won't kill this moment Drop this urge, unfold the omens Tide has never stop and Flow, dance into this motion Now we know ground's not the soil Withhold the winds ongoing