Utopia Black The Black Dahlia Murder

Across the winds
Atop the waves
It's always been the same
Starting as a subtle call
A fire inside
A growing pull

Almost a voice
Images come clear
Your need to know sincere
Your place in the plan
Visions commands
Wishing you could understand

Dark hearts stay strong
Ye be not alone
When blackened son comes
In loving arms
We'll all be carried home

Older now
And more in tune
You sense his role for you
Increase station, await patient
Orders will come