They promised this would be our home,
they led us here, to rest our hearts.
A shelter for the future born,
to embrace peace and harvest hope.
Divided from the ones we love,
we saw them slay what we adore.
The soil is dry the water foul,
there’s only past where I came from.
The ones we leave are left behind in need.
For all I had, vanished.
My hands will burn your walls.
This is who I am, fallen.
An icon of the loss.
For all the fire.
For all the fire.
The sanctions that you force on us,
asphyxiate the overcome.
Despair is built within our house,
breeding the weak to feed the strong.
The thoughts you feed you can’t restrain, they’ll turn to you and be your bane.
For all I had, vanished.
My hands will burn your walls.
This is who I am, fallen.
Commander of the lost.
For all the fire.
For all the fire.
The walls are higher, fields are burning and my dreams are all there is.
The light is blinding, no prayers answered for salvation never came