Breathe in. I'm a miscarriage to THE NEW WORLD, and my 
mother she spits me out. Outburn hell by bare knuckle 
enterprise. Birthright pride with the stride of a 
monster. Don't expect a passive man to snuff a fire out. 
We're given eyes to see. We're given hands to keep the 
peace. Ears to hear the cries of the afflicted. Hands to 
exact peace. I wanna see you come back for us. It's never 
meant to be this way this violent wind just makes me 
sick. Come back so we trust again. "I will avenge". So 
turn world, and let the war torn saints cling to the 
cornerstone. Like our fathers before us, to live is 
Christ. For us to die is gain. Standing firm is much more 
powerful than payback, and sweeter than revenge. A 
Whisper in the Breeze finds me. Legends of the dead come 
back haunting me. A WHISPER IN THE BREEZE. Until the end 
of the world all saints navigate by salvation's song, 
through torrents of crimson, but we never fall. So I go 
inside. It's time. To be with you my love is my only 
desire. You are my sweetest song. I'll rush to tear down 
any door, until the earth ends and after. To let you in.