Lyrics Rite - Mother of Millions

Rite

Hold until
Grace decides to reach my
Dividing line
The wind is whistling dread
Dust and gale
Hold until I pass the torch
Glistening
The flame is pillar-high
So sublime
When chains break and you’re
Free
One more day
To stall the flood
Aim above your shoulders
Rite drives the air
Turn a blind eye
Vagrant has died again
You hold me back
In every battle
Brace yourself
The prey becomes the hunter
We aligh
If ever w respond
Dust and gale
Hold until I pass the torch
Glistning
The flame is pillar-high
Aim above your shoulders
Rite drives the air
Turn a blind eye
Vagrant has died again
You hold me back
In every battle