Colours weave into a spire of flame,
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed,
Bear this torch against the cold of the night,
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light,
On that day, when the sky fell away,
Our world came to an end,
In our eyes, did a fading sunrise in the dark, glimmer shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between,
Stretching out beyond time,
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a [voice?],
Flickering through the void,
These little sparks,
Cling onto life, everyone caught in the struggle,
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames scattering ashes to the wind,
Every soul contains a whisper of light, gleaming faint beyond the dwindle from [sight?]
No escape no greater fate to be made,
in the end the chains of time will not break,
Colours weave into a spire of flame,
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed,
Bear this torch against the cold of the night,
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
