Power of god, tremendous blast.
I hear screams of agony,
Torn by the divinest virtue.

A stand against death.
An exchange of stares.
Succumbement is not an option.

Melting and merging,
Tainting earth with my flesh,
I witness subliminal torture.

I withered until moons of past
Revealed the path towards future,
Gasping for breath i am moving to what
Lies still out of reach yet so soothing.

Far away from the realms of past
I have marked my revival from nightmare.
Departure delayed and i'm not out of strength,
Yet I'm empty within, left with nothing.

My pulse will echo through the lands
And i know that someone will return it.
The reason why i keep on through the death
Is to give strength to those who are forming.

The remnants of the world we kept safe for them
We entrust to their care wholly.