Against the Grain

An outright war Rages in our lands As nations collide For reign and might Cities set ablaze by torches at night Bodies torn by plagues, left to rot Vultures drawing near in the mountains at night Wolves howl Red moon falls on the horizon Towards the beckoning end And the wait for redemption at hand Red moon falls on the horizon (red moon falls on the horizon) Families in exile Leaving broken homes Plundered by marauders In the search for gold Cities set ablaze by torches at night Bodies torn by plagues, left to rot Doom descends upon our lands, our outlook is bleak Wastelands Red moon falls on the horizon Towards the beckoning end And the wait for redemption at hand Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease Barren soil in the vast landscape Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease Barren soil in the vast landscape An outright war Rages in our lands As nations collide For reign and might Flowing with the moving wind On a pathway to the sun An incarnation of the (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere Flowing with the moving wind On a pathway to the sun An incarnation (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere Falling from grace Burning sky Fall from grace Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease Barren soil in the vast landscape Harvest of dead seeds, burning crops of disease Barren soil in the vast landscape An outright war Rages in our lands As nations collide For reign and might Red moon falls on the horizon Flowing with the moving wind On a pathway to the sun An incarnation of the (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere Flowing with the moving wind On a pathway to the sun An incarnation (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere (icon) Transcend into the atmosphere Falling from grace An outright war Rages in our lands As nations collide For reign and might