Uniforms - Victims, From Ashes Rise

In the darkest moments live the shadows of the free

Here come the age-old warnings again

There’s rust on every link of the chain

And tonight the stars show us nothing that those unformed hands have deranged

Here come the age-old warnings again

Uncovered like a turn of a page

And a quick look around shows us everything that those unformed hands have

changed

Our peaceful days are filled with the enemies of virgin skies

And the fires from their furnaces burn black halos black in the darkest nights