Ruins

The fallen stare upon the crown
Whispering words I do not know
Wings of change in the air
See this fire, this fire below

Let the black wind howl
Let them walk upon the sea
Let their holy moons explode
let their troubled world be told

To dream of space
Between night and day
Let the noise return
Let the gods return to the holy hill

Let the back winds howl
Let them walk upon seas
Let their moons explode
Let their blood become FIRE