The bright flashes overwhelm.
Ash scatters like wind.
I walk a path so paved with dark.
Though I take my beloved's hand,
There's no telling when I'll depart.
A Life of hiding long ago ended.
A Life of fighting has already begun.
Licks against the sky.
Blue is brought to Black,
And Peace is burned to Wrath.
I feel no Fear,
And seek only an End.
I won't involve those I love.
I wish them the least of danger.
My return is my Promise,
Despite all risks.
This Life is one,
I wish to return to.
This War will end one day.
I know this.
Ash black clouds will signal the end.
Victory will only be signaled by our return.
The chimes of those voices that I know as those I love,
Echo back a hundred times.
It's like a calling of what I've come to know.
Bright flashes overwhelm.
Ash scatters like the wind.
When Black is brought to Blue,
And Wrath is lightened to Peace,
I Promise I'll still stand.