Against the Grain

An outright war
Rages in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might

Cities set ablaze by torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues, left to rot
Vultures drawing near in the mountains at night
Wolves howl

Red moon falls on the horizon

Towards the beckoning end
And the wait for redemption at hand

Red moon falls on the horizon (red moon falls on the horizon)

Families in exile
Leaving broken homes
Plundered by marauders
In the search for gold

Cities set ablaze by torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues, left to rot
Doom descends upon our lands, our outlook is bleak
Wastelands

Red moon falls on the horizon

Towards the beckoning end
And the wait for redemption at hand

Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape

An outright war
Rages in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might

Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation of the (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere

Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere
Falling from grace

Burning sky

Fall from grace

Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape

An outright war
Rages in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might

Red moon falls on the horizon

Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation of the (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere

Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere
Falling from grace

An outright war
Rages in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might