Ancient songs, echo within ruins of long past.
Dreams remain, as a breath of wind.
Lands of towers and homes, return to nature’s grasp.
History will become myth and truth.
As destruction comes, to reclaim and renewal the world.
The flames burn and turn to ash, once was.
As a bed of grey that turns into green.
Let your dreams, restore your passion.
To live and to find, what you seek.
Ruins of the past, remain as a memory.
Will you repeat or bring about a new future?
Ancient songs, remain as ghosts.
Within the sky, like a light in the cold dark.
A breath of wind, that shall renew.
The charred earth and grey sky.
All shall fade and be reborn.
Open your eyes, for now is time.
Let your dreams remain, within your heart.
As destruction comes, to reclaim and renewal.
And return all to nature’s grasp.
Let us become,
A breath of wind;
Fire red, burns all to ash.
The red of blood, an omen of sorrow and hate.
A sunset of red, enchants all who gaze upon it.
The red of joy, reminds those of days long past.
Beautiful red, a flower that may have thorns.
Red, a flame.
Destruction or renewal.
Warmth or cruel reality.
Filled with hate and sorrow, it burns.
All in its path, and turns it into ash.
Filled with love and joy, it heals.
Renews the old or a gift of the heart.
Burning red, a curse, a blessing.
A sad repeating history, a stain of cruel hands.
A heart filled with love, a light in the darkness.
Fire red, an eternal flame.
Of sorrow and hate.
Of joy and love.
Burning red of fire, may burn all.
Yet the ash, renews all.
A light that burns, in the cold dark sky.
Fire red, burns all.
An eternal flame, that forever shines.
All to ash, it will return.
Fire red, burn all;
