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