Now you see me,
Now we are,
Faded into the battle,
Drenched in blood,

Here we stand,
We fall back,
Are absorbed into our shadow,
The one born of an evening sun.

Moonrise,
The wake of clandestine dreams,
Silently move across,
The distant scene.

Where is the outcome,
Of our valliance?
Where is our award,
Of our diligence?

No more,
Can a pat on our back,
Be the only thing,
Moving us forward.

Lest we let go,
Get sucked in,
To the world of the shadows,
My new home.

Now they see us,
For who we are,
But they were aware,
All along.

Manipulators,
When they crossed their hearts,
Liars,
When we overcame.

Sanguinity,
The growing shadow,
The pool of blood,
The evening sun.