Paroles de Given To The Rising

We stand encircled by wing and fire Our deepest ties return and turn upon us The shrouded reason, the bleeding answer The human plague in womb Bring clouds of war Let us rest Our future breed is the last In the conscience waits Dreams of the new sun We're blood in the dust Given to the Rising Through this we claw roots Of trees in the world of iron Our father's steps fueled the boiling sea The wretched harvest reaped by the hands of dawning Our pain cannot forgive the silent machine of the fatal flaw in man That brings us to the end