Every mote of dust has settled
Yet their weight still clings to our hands
In the storm's eye, tides of blood and sand
Your sword stitches our land
So I'm standing here where the brave belong
I'm not to mourn but to sing your song
May I be your blazing torch, your light
To guide you back, to guard your eternal fire
Every mote of dust has settled
Yet their weight still clings to our hands
In the storm's eye, tides of blood and sand
Your sword stitches our land
So I'm standing here where the brave belong
I'm not to mourn but to sing your song
May I be your blazing torch, your light
To guide you back, to guard your eternal fire
Mm, oh-oh-oh-oh
Mm, oh-oh-oh