About the song
A song for everyone born far from the sun, running blind where the rivers run, carrying a spark they have never seen. We're the descendents of the light, clawing up through the endless night, asking what is left when the glow is gone. The scars remain, and so does the light.
In the story
A God dies on the cross. From suffering, the spark is born. Creation is light, and we are its descendants, lost but carrying the spark in our blood.
Lyrics
Born from shadows never knew the sun
Running blind where the rivers run
Hands of ash pulling us down
Whispers scream in a silent town
We’re the descendents of the light
Lost in the dark no end in sight
Clawing up through endless night
We’re the descendents of the light
Fingers reaching through the cracks
Time’s a thief never gives it back
Burning bridges with no flame
Every step feels the same
We’re the descendents of the light
Lost in the dark no end in sight
Clawing up through endless night
We’re the descendents of the light
What’s left when the glow is gone
What’s right in a world so wrong
Echoes fade but the scars remain
Descending deeper through the pain
We’re the descendents of the light
Lost in the dark no end in sight
Clawing up through endless night
We’re the descendents of the light