The Crucible

Through endless rivers of human intent
There is a common creator
It is the will of man unbound
There is no other curator

Sense the struggle in you
Confront and take control

Tear down the skies
The crucible
Lose your disguise
The crucible

And on and on just echoes in time
You feel like silence takes over
Never give in to crushing defeat
The shadow grieving falls closer

Sense the struggle in you
Confront and take control

Tear down the skies
The crucible
Lose your disguise
The crucible

All that we hold true
Echoes in ritual flight

The path of the righteous man is beset
On all sides by the iniquities of the selfish
And the tyranny of evil men

Tear down the skies
The crucible
Lose your disguise
The crucible
Tear down the skies
The crucible
Lose your disguise
The crucible