To all of my children in whom Life flows abundant To all of my children to whom Death hath passed his judgement The soul yearns for honor, and the flesh the hereafter Look to those who walked before to lead those who walk after
Shining is the Land's light of justice Ever flows the Land's well of purpose Walk free, walk free, walk free, believe... The Land is alive, so believe...
Now open your eyes while our plight is repeated Still deaf to our cries, lost in hope we lie defeated Our souls have been torn, and our bodies forsaken Bearing sins of the past, for our future is taken
War born of strife, these trials dissuade us not (Feel what? Learn what?) Words without sound, these lies betray our thoughts Mired by a plague of doubt, the Land, she mourns (See what? Hear what?) Judgement binds all we hold to a memory of scorn Tell us why, given Life, we are meant to die, helpless in our cries?
Thy Life is a riddle, to bear rapture and sorrow To listen, to suffer, to entrust unto tomorrow In one fleeting moment, from the Land doth life flow Yet in one fleeting moment, for anew it doth grow In the same fleeting moment thou must live, die and know