Orpheus - IRONFLAME

The one who plucks the trembling strings within my soul

The one who makes me want to sing, who makes me whole

This precious gift you gave to me, a gift of love

The only thing that sets me free to rise above

So sing of sun and sing of rain

So sing of joy and sing of pain

Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace

Orpheus, you made the word a better place

You gave us glory in the way of ancient song

With every note we celebrate, it makes us strong

The joy and sadness, pride and pain that you evoke

The world will never be the same, we have awoke

So sing of sun and sing of rain

So sing of joy and sing of pain

Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace

Orpheus, you made the word a better place

But now your love has been taken away

Your soul is stricken with grief and dismay

Can’t find a reason to get through the day

You have been given a gift from above

So take your hate and replace with love

You must keep fighting and never give up