The crow and the raven, the serpent and the arachnid
Four beings to promote an anarchist's dream
A series of unfortunate events
Have plagued the children's beliefs
Faith has been torn, like the waves from the earth
Our souls emerge from the fires, anew with a goal

Seperate but equal, misconception of the drones
In a world of true chaos, the foolish take the throne
We believe in harnessing our powers, our reality we hone
For the illusions we shatter, like the broken child's bones

We are your disciples yet we remain so hidden
We are your guiding lights, yet we are bathed in dusk
We grow in number, yet one voice speaks for us
We ride through the city nights, the roads our only home

Unity will bring harmony through compromise
Our freedoms we cherish, like the misguided to the flame
In time we shall arise, different yet familiar, unique yet a mirror image
We transcend your illusions, so that we may become nightmare's reality