كلمات Creation Level Event

To vanquish fear and the loss of life Reject the thought of needless sacrifice A shapeless enemy, bound by a linear form As time drains away, our purpose is born With faces of stone We prepare for the cold With layers of steel We stand stronger than most Flesh joined by rivets Without, we would fold The weight of the sky Would cripple our bones Now, repel into darkness Venture forth and abandon all fear Succumb to the mist of this ghostly frontier The gateway to amend our past Gather yourself and decompress Prepare for countless days without rest Vanguards, time draws near Use steel as your shield Use hope as your spear With faces of stone We prepare for the cold With layers of steel We stand stronger than most Flesh joined by rivets Without, we would fold The weight of the sky Would cripple our bones Now, repel into darkness Venture forth and abandon all fear Succumb to the mist of this ghostly frontier