The time has come
For hearts to grow wings
And their former hosts empty shells

"Forget death" they say
But can the dead die again?
No

So the Heartless march on
Drawing others to their cause
Like water to the Sea

Their numbers are growing

Their cause digs it's roots deeper
Into the malleable minds of the corrupted heartless

Solders of the coming end

Those whose hearts will not flee
The onslaught of lies
Will fall on their own swords
And become fuel for the fire
The inferno
Fanned by the wings of abandoned hearts

Though the Horizon is dark
And the unfeeling grow colder
The day will come when hearts grow stronger
Stronger than their toxic former hosts

The voices are small but
The message is strong

Stronger than the venomous lies

As the forces of shady obscurity grow
So do those of the Crimson and Winged
Soon the hearts will regain
Their former place of duty
As the sun sets on our dark age

So the heartless march halts
No longer casting their siren song
The message grows weaker

Now nearly gone

Now the dark has a slight dye of red
Daylight will soon be felt again....