The Torch

Cutting through the darkness

With a beacon of light

Brilliant is the torch, the end of our strife

Illuminator of the blackened

Causing shadows to die

Everlasting candescence will light up the sky

Test of the will, the future looks bright

Raising the torch becoming Devine

Ending of an empire

They begin to decay

Releasing the grip, the dawn of the day

Thousand years of torment, rob the kings of their breath

The wage of the sins they commit is their death

Test of the will, the future looks bright

Raising the torch becoming Devine

We see the light shine again

Bask in the rays of the sun