I press my bleeding hand against your breast I draw a living rune across your chest Behold the rise of symbols of our past Across your breast are symbols that will last
Divergence is an object of our sign Convergence is reversed but still aligned Life shall be protected from decline By symbols of a godforsaken Time
Exposed with swords we plant a growing seed A seed that grows to be a living tree This tree shall stretch its branches to the sky And we shall rise and cast the heavens down
Ambiguity of truth within the sign With naked feet we trample those who lie We stride across the plains that soak the dead Hand in hand with symbols carved in flesh