Our guides are gone
Flowing elementals in the flames
Wisps of smoke for an instant
Before their lives are claimed
Good and evil are dead
A sword crowned in thorn
Driven through destiny's heart
So that humanity may be reborn
Blood dripping from a mortal wound
Flowing in a crimson tide
Turning into life-giving water
Imprisoning wilting innocence inside
Forgive us, Father, for we have sinned
We've turned away from you
Our souls may be forever impure
But at least know our tears are true

- Crimson