Rite - Mother of Millions

Hold until

Grace decides to reach my

Dividing line

The wind is whistling dread

Dust and gale

Hold until I pass the torch

Glistening

The flame is pillar-high

So sublime

When chains break and you’re

Free

One more day

To stall the flood

Aim above your shoulders

Rite drives the air

Turn a blind eye

Vagrant has died again

You hold me back

In every battle

Brace yourself

The prey becomes the hunter

We aligh

If ever w respond

Dust and gale

Hold until I pass the torch

Glistning

The flame is pillar-high

Aim above your shoulders

Rite drives the air

Turn a blind eye

Vagrant has died again

You hold me back

In every battle