Aluminum - Orbit Culture

Oh, this weakened flesh crumbling all over

My every cell screams out in torment

Let it be heard, my sinister story

I must go on

Feel the wind, let it rain

Healing my wounds

I will fall, so lend me

The golden hand

Alive

I’ll rebuild my strength, I must go on

I, of flesh and blood, bringer of life

I’m only fooling myself

With my own lies

Signal it through stars

Wishing for help

Relive the glory

My life feels all hollow

You need new powers to beat me

So run and hide

My inner forces shall keep me sober

Oh, I see an end far in the distance

A citadel towering the skies

Let it be heard, that our hero was guided

I must go on