Crawling from the wounds of creation

Do you feel the alive?
Do you feel the power coursing through your hollow shell?
Do you feel the light?
The golden memories constructed from your own mind

Do you want to live?
In this barren world where life is twisted and fallen thin?
Are you here to give?
Another chance to save this world from eternal grim?

Rest your voices in the wind
The sky will carry on your wishes and your sins
Beware the misidrected lies
Alas The Shepherdess awaits to hear your cries

And through those times of regrettful altercations
There was a light that shone through all those hopeless nights
And for their crimes they will face annihilation
Though fate would find this lonely Shepherdess alive

Crawling from the wounds of creation

Do you feel alive?
Have you defined yourself with lines, and your coded vows?
Do you feel the light?
The constellations fill the blackened sky with scars
Do you want to live?
In the city of stolen dreams of pavement and rusted steel
Are you here to give?
Another chance to save this world from eternal grim?
And through those times of regrettful altercations
There was a light that shone through all those hopeless nights
And for their crimes they will face annihilation
Though fate would find this lonely Shepherdess alive

Rest your voices in the wind
The sky will carry on your wishes and your sins
Beware the misidrected lies
Alas The Shepherdess awaits to hear your cries