Under faded Skies we seek a force within the essence of what pulls us from our waking slumber, A harbor safe to port. Let the petty roll away and seek greater horizons. A catalyst of the coming storm. A tool in which to use, against a tyrant evil, which shrouds the spark we designed. Let the skies fill with our sound, and the sea crash with hopeless abandon. For we are the children of a greater good. Keep fighting the good fight.