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 unseen

The 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 blaze

Our virtue in the blaze

You 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 fire

Turn the hourglass and begin again
Let these torn and toxic veins
Flow once more with the blood
That was spent in our haste to ascend

Cleanse the scars