Transmigration II – The Cleansing Ash

Urning lunar eye

A sign to all those abandoned

Corrupted in fear

Godless rays shine

Upon the denied, the defeated

The wretched unseen
The unseenThe war has been long

Human ignorance longer still

There is nothing to be won

When every grain weighs with insolence

We inheritors of dust

We sculptors of smoke

We rejectors of foresight

Find our virtue in the blazeOur virtue in the blazeYou are the lord of death, I give you my heart

This heart that is now your burning ground

Ignorance there and the self shall be consumed by fireTurn the hourglass and begin again

Let these torn and toxic veins

Flow once more with the blood

That was spent in our haste to ascendCleanse the scars