We are reborn from ashes
We have chosen
Clearly lost but turning round
We are now bleeding
Forsaken, words taken
Our thoughts are freezing
There is no sky above us , only what we smell
Atticus will rise again from his hollow grave
I am
The architect
Of what you see, Of what you feel
Say your prayers what are you waiting for
No time for excuses
Still in, we are near the end
Forgotten
We are near the end
Forsaken
The truth will keep you warm
In the temple cause
I am
The Chosen
Of what you see, Of what you feel
Say your prayers what are you waiting for
No time for excuses
‘’See the sun’’
sings inside you