I press my bleeding hand against your breast
I draw a living rune across your chest
Behold the rise of symbols of our past

Across your breast are symbols that will last

Divergence is an object of our sign

Convergence is reversed but still aligned
Life shall be protected from decline
By symbols of a godforsaken Time


Exposed with swords we plant a growing seed
A seed that grows to be a living tree

This tree shall stretch its branches to the sky
And we shall rise and cast the heavens down


Ambiguity of truth within the sign
With naked feet we trample those who lie
We stride across the plains that soak the dead

Hand in hand with symbols carved in flesh