The sea turns to royal red
Under a high cliff covered with green,
The fire of the divine torches the sky
And time stops to breathe.
Those with compassion cried
As they joined the thieves in their game.
And kings will kneel with their subjects
When they recognise that we’re all the same.
A watcher on the shore stays
To watch the ashen winds circle and fly.
Ember rains pour like open veins
Or like the tears that the innocent cry.
Their money can’t halt their end
Caught in a tempest that will never rest
We joined hands like we thought we should
And gave in to the final test.