Sever,
We watch in dismay,
Sever,
As malice, begins to spread.
Where one is absent two rebuild, in one a sword, in one a sheild.
Those under the veil of time hold, the key to peace.
The path of those before, the path to truth.
The Masters of a melody, to soothe the hydra.
The tides of time, renew not wither, and as you stand before this cavern, do not despair, let go of the life you hold, it will not compare.
The world, can only dream of there perception, once obtained we watch them fall.
For we awaken lost, our sparks extinguished pure, our very core washed clean, and as the dust settles. A vision, a clarity, a life that must be endured.
Sever.
