Wishing on a Scar Lord of the Lost

So, a light the red of lust
Fills sky that we once shared
In alabaster seas
It falls like in despair
The colours permeate
A flag of a fallow land
There is no place to start
To make ambitious plans

Born in need
Spirit weak
(Born in need)
The world we seek
(Spirit weak)
Is obsolete

So, it's true I've killed before
But i cannot again
Some visions stay to haunt
Decisions steeped in shame
Maybe it was brave
To step through the portal
The most heroic souls
Accept we are mortal

Born in need
Spirit weak
(Born in need)
The world we seek
(Spirit weak)
Is obsolete