ALLIANCE © 2010

In this reborn and corrupting Babel,

Of souls beseeching eternal triumph,

A time will arise, with no time to correct,

What millennia, past and present, could not achieve.

In chaos, the shadow of a promise is raised,

Where the word is lost in the crowd.

But in the breeze, there is a whisper, a prayer,

That tears through the sky with the purest devotion.

What will remain, but the forgotten essence,

That neither power nor glory dared to touch?

Shall we be but dust in the endless race,

Or the light that, in the end, shall be freed?

In that profound silence, where the cry fell still,

Hearts are reborn, free from pain.

And in the echo of truth, sung by the soul,

We will find, at last, eternal love.

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