temperlyne

The Hierophant Upon a snowy field The red symbol of war blazes bright. Far kin slaughtered by Far kin All for sand and ruins. Centuries pass, hatreds deepen And yet more kindred blood is spilled. Now, four horsemen stand upon a doomed ship Bound by the same mission, the same distrust. A blast from an unseen enemy And brave men suffocate in the grip of cold water But, none so brave as the four standing tall, Giving their lives to save four last souls. Hand in hand, they brace against the descent, Four different men of God stand, now unified, and pray. One in Latin, one in Hebrew, one in English, and one in Greek. One light agai