Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
As hope crashes
Our swords will rust
With no strength to outrun
As light begins to fall
The end of the sun
The chill of Grimm's call
Yet time remains
A chance of life
To place the beasts in chains
To avoid the knife
The strength of a pure soul
Dancing on a bed of rose
Halting the bells final toll
Thawing hope darkness froze.
