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