I feel a tempest stirring
A wind of ineffable strength
Raze our weathered cities
Fill the sails of alteration
Feed the fires that engulf us
Violent waves are set in motion
(What are we but mere reflections of eachother
Reincarnated over and over
With the same sins, same mistakes
History repeating itself
A loop, a spiral
Each time we die
And each time we shall die
For the matter that makes us is borrowed)
Grass will grow where concrete rifts
A glorious hierarchy shift
Blue and orange, skies will glow
As all we know is overthrown
Our leaders washed away in the undertow
Our ideals are dead and buried in the undergrowth
Reincarnated, over and over, same sins, same mistakes
This shall be their final death
This shall be their final death
