Theres nothing more to say When death surrounds us all Our bodies feel the scourge It rips the flesh forever more I see the growing well A stare casts out its spell Relive the sounds of war Reform the bloodline We wont be taken These eyes are not meant for you You were not chosen Our skies were not spent for you Dont think you can take us down These cries for mercy drown your insolence Humanitys regrets Could justify this death of innocence Ive seen the growing well Its stare casts out a spell Relay the word ahead Release the undead We wont be taken These eyes are not meant for you You were not chosen Our skies were not spent for you This road which leads to peace Will carry us to a final tale Lock down the door, retreat Rebuild our world with a new unveil I see the closing well A glare no longer there The hope may now return Persistent candles burn We wont be broken Our eyes are not meant for you With minds in motion The sky will again be true
meant, spent, chosen, well, growing