Of Nicho and Leyn
The Nest in the Black Tree
For all the innocence they were guilty
Head held low
All the gone wrong
The down trodden
He pleads with the moons
She wants to come home
The Bad Lands hold time captive
Still and barely breathing
A moment passed by with out reflection
Just....
Close ....
Close enough to taste why it went this way
Why the innocent are hung
Push and pull of the Wretched
So many stars left to travel with no vessel true
Make for the corners of nothing
The edge, the Nest is the key
Return lost
All the gone wrong
The Watch Tower is falling
They are the last off the Sprinters
Wretches hold ground victorious
Souls sleep walk the Bad Lands
Cancer plagued dying sun
It’s hue loosing light
The Last of their kind to pilot hope
Home a bitter word in saying
Of Nicho, the Brave
Of Leyn, the Graceful
All pray God Speed to them
For in their hands the fate is held
Pray for them
Brontus Singlairn is waiting
His War Machine thirsts
Sun and dying star, guide them
Speed be true
Wretched be burned
I pray the Watch Tower awakens once again
Of Nicho and Leyn
The last of the soul harboring
The only hope
This is their story
