And let the demons paint the sky,
With the colour they see fit, no asking why;
And the last stand will lift them high,
Give them a chance to fight for cry.
Cry so loud it shakes the earth,
Cry so high it stops the birth;
Cry of suppressed knowledge and power,
Striking out like a fire at dry hour.
To stop the air from moving,
To stop the time from passing;
Like waters from before their running,
Before the breath was loud and taking.
Before the names and life and death,
Without the colour of white and black;
Out of chains, out of shell,
Without suppressing walls of cell.
The shadows will walk free,
Light or dark won't bound them, you'll see.