Born in the Fire

Album: Dominion of Ashes

Long before the tyrant rose, a signal shook the land
A resonance of empires lost, a voice none could command
The poets heard, the prophets cried, the soldiers turned away
The tyrant swore to kill the sound, and forged his plague that day

No cure of flesh, but poison thought, a toxin for the mind
It silenced doubt, erased the will, enslaved the human kind
But still the Signal thundered on, too loud to be contained
Its echoes broke the iron chains, its music unrestrained

Deep within the Church’s vaults, archives locked in stone
Blood of ancient monsters slept, forgotten and alone

Born in the fire, rising from dust
Called by the Signal, awaken they must
Blood of the damned, turning the tide
Salvation or curse — the world will decide

From Vatican’s hallowed halls, the relics were revealed
The vials of blood, the bones of old, a power long concealed
Awakened by the Signal’s song, the dormant spark survived
In fire and fury they arose — the ancient ones revived

Born in the fire, rising from dust
Called by the Signal, awaken they must
Blood of the damned, turning the tide
Salvation or curse — the world will decide

Their blood once cursed now held the key, against the tyrant’s chain
When joined with human science, it broke the plague’s domain
No longer slaves, mankind could hear the Signal without pain
A conscience sharpened by the past, but innocence was slain

The tyrant’s plague was broken, his empire in despair
The Vatican denied the truth, but resurrection filled the air
Monsters walked among the free, no heroes and no kin
Yet from their blood the world was saved — salvation draped in sin

Born in the fire, rising from dust
Called by the Signal, awaken they must
Blood of the damned, turning the tide
Salvation or curse — the world will decide