one hand held to the sky 
and a furious battlecry 
these burning lights became her ornament 

as far as she has sought 
the empty grounds she's wrought 
she's found no one to share the sentiment 


in a lifeless, cold refrain 
she expresses her disdain 
for knowing everything she chose to know 

before the world began 
far away and now back again 
the time has come to feel the final blow 


but she has chosen now to chase another day 
with only what she's seen to guide her on the way 
It's never easy now to swallow your defeat 
and so she fights, but now she knows where she'll go the day it dies 


what has now become everything 
covered up so the sun won't sting 
the once defeated now defeats the foe 

ten thousand wars to wage 
with an army of filth and rage 
what you shall reap is made from what you sow 


one hand held to the sky 
her thoughts were amplified 
and she was heard with every implement 

all through the world she's been 
far away and now back again 
but she's found no one to share the sentiment