Gravity Well - Prototype

There’s nothing more to say

When death surrounds us all

Our bodies feel the scourge

It rips the flesh forever more

I see the growing well

A stare casts out its spell

Relive the sounds of war

Reform the bloodline

We won’t be taken

These eyes are not meant for you

You were not chosen

Our skies were not spent for you

Don’t think you can take us down

These cries for mercy drown your insolence

Humanity’s regrets

Could justify this death of innocence

I’ve seen the growing well

Its stare casts out a spell

Relay the word ahead

Release the undead

We won’t be taken

These eyes are not meant for you

You were not chosen

Our skies were not spent for you

This road which leads to peace

Will carry us to a final tale

Lock down the door, retreat

Rebuild our world with a new unveil

I see the closing well

A glare no longer there

The hope may now return

Persistent candles burn

We won’t be broken

Our eyes are not meant for you

With minds in motion

The sky will again be true