And to the stars we shall return,
dusted and burned, ashed and frozen.
We are the stars that burn beyond the line of sight.
We see what has been forgot and remember what has been pushed away.
Anger is but a breath away and revenge but a song.
The song shall end, when the blade is sheathed.
To the stars we started, to the stars we’ll end,
and to our ashes we shall answer.