• Taken from our homes by the call of duty,
    Stripped of all but despair,
    Most in disrepair,
    Yet cursed with our cure,
    We are armed with our hand and our dreams,
    For this world hates still,
    Ever casting its angry clouds in the horizon.

    But we go onward, towards the Red Dawn.

    We trust our eyes and our ears to catch the fears,
    Never letting them out of mind for the thought of our survival.
    Taking every chance we get to look for what we lost along the way,
    Still suffering in our ever-lasting night,
    Fumbling for the light above us all.

    We still drudge on, onto the Red Dawn.

    Some of us have been scorned,
    Burned so badly in their past.
    Jaded,
    Or abandoned,
    Either way,
    We feel the same,
    Much like the one soaring high on his bird of clay,
    Fighting for his freedom for the rest of his days.

    Now we are dancing, writhing within the Red Dawn.

    We watched the God’s angel fall from grace,
    Her wings clipped by the world’s storm,
    Being caught by the rising darkness,
    The God himself follows her,
    Becoming mortal once more to break her free.
    He made her a promise,
    To make her a place to belong,
    It is what made us all,

    For we are the Red Dawn.