The city awakens with screams of iron, shadows crawl searching for shelter. Among fallen walls and bleeding lights, memory burns, hope ignites. Babylon is burning, its towers are bending, voices rise up, rage is ascending. On every corner beats a rebel heart, in every gaze, a future that bites. Fire in the streets, ashes that speak, a weary people that never grows weak. From the ruins a deep song is born, the flame resists, it lights up the world.
