baptized by kilowatts and ohms, what's left is waiting
the embers rise like incense carry prayers for what is
next to come carry me on silver wings to meet with
vulcan to be forged anew and rise again above with
arms of fire holding this common language in our
hands find solace in the landscape the best laid
plans carry the wieght of an entire season's hope the
city waits with shattered skyline for its missing hero to
lay low those beneath and cast aside the restraints of
hopeless inertia as winter's chill fades below me now
we are silent, holding this common language in our
hands find solace in the landscape watching,
waiting, holding on to victory's kiss like alloys we
shape, bending ourselves to our needs bend the
hammer to the anvil of self the smithy screams with
exertion as the flames drive out impurities bend the
hammer to the anvil of self the soul screams with
recreation bathed in the furnace of ascension winter's
chill fades below me