Crawling from the wounds of creation
Do you feel alive?
Do you feel the power coursing through your hollow shell?
Do you feel the light?
The golden memories constructed for your own mind?
Do you want to live?
In this barren world where life has twisted and fallen thin?
Are you here to give?
Another chance to save this world from eternal grim?
Rest your voices in the wind
The sky will carry on your wishes and your sins
Beware the misdirected lies
Alas, the Shepherdess awaits to hear your cries
And through those times of regretful altercations
There was a light that shone through all those hopeless nights
And for their crimes, they will face annihilation
Though fate would find this lonely Shepherdess alive
Crawling from the wounds of creation
Do you feel alive?
Have you defined yourself with lines, and your coded vows?
Do you feel the light?
The constellations fill the blackened sky with scars
Do you want to live?
In the city of stolen dreams of pavement and rusted steel
Are you here to give?
Another chance to save this world from eternal grim?
And through those times of regretful altercations
There was a light that shone through all those hopeless nights
And for their crimes, they will face annihilation
Though fate would find this lonely Shepherdess alive
Rest your voices in the wind
The sky will carry on your wishes and your sins
Beware the misdirected lies
Alas, the Shepherdess awaits to hear your cries