Shaped from the Ashes

Born among ruins, shaped from the ashes
This heart is still hot from its demise
A restless wind kindles the embers
And heralds all new beginnings

Oh, after each sunset
The sun will rise in greater glory
Oh, after each demise
Souls will rise in its radiant crown

When the morning awakes drenched with old nighmares
And your fancy weaves thousandfold pictures
And spring in the air will kiss the free fields
All that is hidden will be disclosed

Who is like God when the end will begin
The law is now that we do
This restless power that creates and destroys
When will it finally rest?