Hidden Saints

Hidden saints we feel the blast cold storms pound the world heat lightning fills the sky dust becomes you as you enlist shroud of gray to make you cast etched in stone forever rules the next maneuver even tides fail the seas recover ice and sound touch the dark they say “if I'll ever see my stars again” looking for a friend after abandon hopelessness rules the fields will they ever recover too born for war send them to the stars battles over come you tainting all you've seen empty shade and cover a new shade of green