Wind of Change, Carry Me

Beneath The ashes of a dying world The flames of tyranny still burn Empires crumble, rise and fall But the shades remain upon us all Through The colossal weight, A wind of change Through the coldest land, The winds of Change With each gust our spirits Soar Towards a theater yet Untold A Crown Of thorns upon our heads Waves of chains and constant dread Forced to bow to the tyrant's will Our Spirits crushed, our souls unfulfilled With Blackened hearts And souls on fire We ascend To the halls of despair Let our songs start the funeral pyre Above the bones Of calamity's favored men Comes over A wind of change To scold this land, The winter Comes With each gust our spirits soar Towards theater yet Untold