Cleansing

Marching towards our fate

Calling to arms

What once was precious

Is lost at last

All the corrupted

Idols of of the past

Burning in a blaze

To dust

Howling sirens

Warning those

Who are already lost

This bitter life ends

Which had no purpose at all

Awaking the sleeping souls

Who knew it all along

Arising from the ashes

Of those who fall

Are the ones that waited

For this world to go

Marching towards our fate

Calling to arms

What once was precious

Is lost at last

All the corrupted

Idols of of the past

Burning in a blaze

To dust

This bitter life ends

Which had no purpose at all

Awaking the sleeping souls

Who knew it all along

Arising from the ashes

Of those who fall

Are the ones that waited

For this world to go