Survival

[Verse 1] In the shadows of the night, where the stars refuse to shine, Lies a world torn asunder, by humanity's design. We wielded fire like a blade, carving scars into the land, Now we're left with hollow echoes, where once beauty used to stand. [Chorus] Survival, in the wreckage of our making, Desolation, in the wake of all our taking. Can we find redemption in this shattered realm? Or are we doomed to wander, lost beneath the helm? [Verse 2] Forests burn with crimson rage, as the rivers turn to ash, Mountains crumble into dust, beneath the thunder's lash. We traded peace for power, and the cost we cannot bear, Now we're drowning in the darkness, with no light left to spare. [Chorus] Survival, in the wreckage of our making, Desolation, in the wake of all our taking. Can we find redemption in this shattered realm? Or are we doomed to wander, lost beneath the helm? [Bridge] But amidst the ruins, a flicker in the gloom, A whisper of a chance, like a fragile bloom. Though the odds are stacked against us, and the path ahead is rough, There's a glimmer of a future, if we're brave enough. [Chorus] Survival, in the wreckage of our making, Desolation, in the wake of all our taking. Yet hope remains, a beacon in the night, Guiding us towards the dawn, where we might make things right. [Chorus] Survival, in the wreckage of our making, Desolation, in the wake of all our taking. Can we find redemption in this shattered realm? Or are we doomed to wander, lost beneath the helm? [Verse 2] Forests burn with crimson rage, as the rivers turn to ash, Mountains crumble into dust, beneath the thunder's lash. We traded peace for power, and the cost we cannot bear, Now we're drowning in the darkness, with no light left to spare. [Chorus] Survival, in the wreckage of our making, Desolation, in the wake of all our taking. Can we find redemption in this shattered realm? Or are we doomed to wander, lost beneath the helm? [Bridge] But amidst the ruins, a flicker in the gloom, A whisper of a chance, like a fragile bloom. Though the odds are stacked against us, and the path ahead is rough, There's a glimmer of a future, if we're brave enough. Survival, in the wreckage of our making, Desolation, in the wake of all our taking. Yet hope remains, a beacon in the night, Guiding us towards the dawn, where we might make things right.