Heroine - Sentinel

There is a wind that drives the rain

Seas burn the tide of clouds away

High shines the sun in blinding glare

Moon clips the view & hides the flare

There is a tribe on lonely land

Shadows cast the shapes on evening sand

Mission in the static comes in clear

We move beneath the stars in golden fear.

Chorus

Time swallowed a capsule of you!

Galaxies unfolding in on you!

Millions of miles they return to you!

Stars are born with the grains of you!

Chorus Repeat.