We thrive on empty temples
We bloom where nothing grows
We seek the highest peaks
To watch all from above
We infest, proliferate
Foundations from below
A never-ending growth cause
Constance is our lore
We lift our gaze: leave it all and go
The trails of time
Start a process to redeem our souls
From within to the end
We feed the fire
We crawl from emptiness
The faith in what we've lost
We build our own beliefs
In shrines, we don't call home
We climb the sky never to return
We own the light never let go
Homesick, waving, freefall, motionless
Distant, fading, desert, emptiness
From within to the end
We feed the fire