The body, the mind, the soul
All we cling to so vigorously
The flesh, the eyes, heart
All turn to dust
The wars, the famine
All mean nothing
Crosses mark our path to glory
Wisdom of the ages all lost
Feeling like we're about to break the shackles
Mismatched ideas blossom inside
Vultures fly in circles
Marching towards the flames
Feeling like we're on the verge of destruction
Feeling like we're equal again
our fate is irreversible
Drifting away from the shell
Stars align again
The tide comes to wipe the scorn