The Moving Empire - Atlas Pain

Times of the black age

Ash and shadows through the sky

Sweat and gears by our reality will scar forced with anger

No more rest

Bless my way through the shadowed foreign path

As the clouds will call us

Aiming to the end

Right to the unknown

Riding with my brothers wind and sun

Hit your redemption

Take my hand I will show your way

Our burning hearts will lead

No fright and no more fear

Back to the roots as we are one entity

There will be storms and grief

Onward ready to stop us in defeat

But we are one, we are strong no fall

Engine from the ground every second will be bound

By the constant dream of new lands

From the north to southern lines

My old face are reflection of my past

Painting a new world like sketches by the stars

Right to the unknown

Riding with my brothers wind and sun

Hit your redemption

Take my hand I will show your way

Our burning hearts will lead

No fright and no more fear

Back to the roots as we are one entity

There will be storms and grief

Onward ready to stop us in defeat

But we are one, we are strong no fall

Our burning hearts will lead

No fright and no more fear

Back to the roots as we are one entity

There will be storms and grief

Onward ready to stop us in defeat

But we are one, we are strong no fall