The Crimson Path

From light
we transpose
Hegira
last legion
A dying storm
Pyres
alight
moonrise
in silence
From light
They transpose
We hold communion for those drifting
Beacons set loose for each we lost
Crimson torch vibrant
so they won't venture in the dark
As always
we strive towards the hope
of returning home
From hubris arise all kingdoms, through hubris kingdoms fall
From hubris arise all kingdoms, through hubris kingdoms fall