Cast aside from the shadows the frozen seraph lay dreaming.
Forgotten were all the melodies dancing in their moments of light.
Crossed by a beautiful hand, stricken through the air like a phantom.
Reawakened, set free from the memories where it once sat and feared forever.

Rise, back from the world of suffering madmen and eternal silent afflictions.
Rise, from the cold and distant shores which left you in grotesque isolation.

And yet on the cusp of the waters edge, shuddering from the chill.
Warmth sets in and fades across its back slowly with each second.
As the ice from its skin trickles back into a white glistening beauty of what it was.
Rupturing from within the glow it amazes all creatures with the reflection that it is so.

Rise seraph from the ice and the tyranny that has molded you to silence.
Rise, up from the ground where the flowing river departs from your tears.

Hidden from yourself, becoming back to you, that which was always you.
Forming, in a loving embrace the last fleeting weakness of all the sacrifices.
Transformed by a long deep breathe of air; drawing back to life its soul
No price too great, no time too long to see; everything that is this; as meant to be.

Rise, from the blackened ground and dead world without the chains; back to the light.
Rise, from within the heart of antiquity to the apex of all that loves you and sets you free.