Hurled into reign of pain
Taught to feed off of pain
Force fed ignorance
Clothed in penance
Hate was willed to our souls.
But deep within
the pain and sin
sleeps a radiant flame,
With every sting
And every noose
It beckons for our name.
Now with our roots both green and blue
We must feed on the hidden truths
Elegy's Overture 