(Verse 1)
In shadows cast by ancient stone,
Where whispers of the past intone,
The serpent coils and wisdom breeds,
In the heart of pain, a soul proceeds.
Through the temples, the echoing cries,
Of desperate hearts that seek the skies,
With every wound, a story told,
In the hands of the healer, the brave and bold.
(Chorus)
Asclepius, raise your staff,
In the darkness, let the light draft,
From the depths of despair, we arise,
In your glory, the hopeless will rise.
Torn from the ashes, we fight the fear,
With your touch, our salvation is near,
Asclepius, god of the healing flame,
In this life’s tempest, we call your name!
(Verse 2)
Beneath the stars where the lost souls roam,
In the silence of night, we find our home,
With every breath, a haunting echo,
Bleeding hearts in the throes of sorrow.
The plague of the heart, it grips so tight,
As you wander through the veil of night,
A glimmer of hope in the darkest hour,
With every fallen petal, bloom the flower.
(Chorus)
Asclepius, raise your staff,
In the darkness, let the light draft,
From the depths of despair, we arise,
In your glory, the hopeless will rise.
Torn from the ashes, we fight the fear,
With your touch, our salvation is near,
Asclepius, god of the healing flame,
In this life’s tempest, we call your name!
(Bridge)
The serpents of fate entwine in pain,
As the shadows whisper your sacred name,
In your temple, the torches blaze,
Through the trials, we’ll find our way.
With every heartbeat, the battle rages,
In the text of our lives, written on pages,
Rise from the grave, rise from the source,
In the grip of darkness, we chart our course.
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3)
Ode to the stricken, the lost, the meek,
In the silence of anguish, they silently speak,
In the dance of the healing, life intertwines,
With the fate of a people, the spirit aligns.
Asclepius, in your wisdom we trust,
Guide us through trials, bones turn to dust,
Through the veil of shadows, we walk with pride,
In your embrace, we shall abide.
(Chorus)
Asclepius, raise your staff,
In the darkness, let the light draft,
From the depths of despair, we arise,
In your glory, the hopeless will rise.
Torn from the ashes, we fight the fear,
With your touch, our salvation is near,
Asclepius, god of the healing flame,
In this life’s tempest, we call your name!
(Outro)
In the night, as the heavens quake,
We call to you, for the lost ones" sake,
Asclepius, with strength we plead,
In every heartbeat, plant the seed.
Through the darkness, you lead the way,
In the shadow of death, we find the day,
With your light, our spirits shall soar,
Asclepius, forever, we implore!
