Converge

for all those born to serve
and those that chose to hide
(how many worker
bees died within our hive)
let their sadness be our blessing
let their losses
lead the way
the dark horse will one day come
to free the light from all of us
one day the dark horse will come
for all those born to die
and those
that lost the fight
(how many fallen friends died within our sights)
let their hard roads be our way out
let their passion lead the way
for all those born to serve
and those that chose to hide
(how many worker
bees died within our hive)
let their sadness be our blessing
let their losses
lead the way
the dark horse will one day come
to free the light from all of us
one day the dark horse will come