Go to grab the sun
burning from the earth
as the sirens call
the last child's birth.

  This is the song of redemption,
  resolution
  to feed retribution.

  Singing the voice of confusion
  despair
  leading to disillusion.

As it rains down tears,
pours from the sky.
The horizons turn to black
the days turn to night.

But just as the soil is burning blood
The moonlight fades to day
but the dawn will come
through fight, or faith away