You wake in a room made of stone
A flicker of oil on your own
The salt on the wind tastes of rust
The iron is turning to dust
Run through the fog in the gray
Chase down the light of the day
Cut through the mist with a blade
Before the last embers will fade
You climb up the ridge of the peak
The mortar is brittle and weak
The red fog is thick on the floor
You push through a heavy oak door
Run through the fog in the gray
Chase down the light of the day
Cut through the mist with a blade
Before the last embers will fade
The glint of a sword in the mud
A scent of old copper and blood
You carve out a path in the grime
A race and a battle with time
Build up the flame in the night
Hold to the glow of the light
Cold is the wind on your skin
This is where the journey begins
The ruins are jagged and high
They scratch at the ceiling of sky
You scavenge for scrap in the rain
To break every link of the chain
Run through the fog in the gray
Chase down the light of the day
Cut through the mist with a blade
Before the last embers will fade
You plant a new seed in the loam
You build a new place for a home
The beacon is burning and bright
It cuts through the belly of night
Run through the fog in the gray
Chase down the light of the day
Cut through the mist with a blade
Before the last embers will fade
Keep the lamp lit.
Don't let it die.
Hold the line.
