The World We Leave Behind lyrics

Behold the Guardian's hands, the bronze and the scar One side is ash, where we've pushed it too far Iron cathedrals, a sky in decay Where greed buried deep the light of the day The hand that wounds is the hand that can heal The breath of life, or the silence of steel? Blood in the gears, the progress is poison Building a tomb, in our small horizon It is not the stars, nor a sign from the cross But the human will, that dictates the loss Lift your eyes to the bright horizon! Where the waters flow pure, where the Sun is rising! Between the wasteland and the garden of old We are the echoes of the stories we've told! The Guardian judges not, he only sustains The weight of our glory, or the rust of our chains One hand holds death, the other creation The fate of the world, is your own revelation! The green is dying! The fire is near! But hope is the blade, that can conquer the fear! The knot of time is starting to bind Which of these worlds will you leave behind? Lift your eyes to the bright horizon! Where the waters flow pure, where the Sun is rising! Between the wasteland and the garden of old We are the echoes of the stories we've told! Which world will you leave behind? The choice is yours