We are the lone wolves, destined to silence bound by the light. As a pack roaming the empty woods, nothing in sight. There is energy in the trees, dispersing the cent of stars through the breeze. We are not afraid , home is just a few short miles away, We have already traveled years, weeks, and days. Not for the weak, we prowl atop bones while the elders sleep. Found by a book in which the universe would keep. All of are questions written in blood, answers in stone. Now are Journey is over, for we have known the unknown.
There is no time to hide, for the world is what we seek
Destroy your buildings, and crash your cars, break these flaws in witch you abide, in which you keep, reunite with your bothers
They are waiting with open arms, an with open hands
If you could only understand, struggling for breath as the waves crash down from the sea.
I would kill to feel the breeze, for just a glimpse of land, a spec of sand, or maybe just a piece of solid ground in witch this torn body could stand.
Can’t you understand, we are only a spiritual light called to stare directly into the serpent’s eye without fear without fright
We know not are future but reach without sight. This savage body is only a device no matter how beautiful the inside, made to transport energy that the soul shall provide. Give me your hand, and hand me your mind it is time, it is time, it is time we ride
Unto the night and tonight you will become alive, repent from your evil you were not born to pretend. Tonight is the night of your birth, the same very thing that you refer to as the end. This is the bond that words could not mend.