Equestrian Actualization

Harmony: Their blood is on Your hooves, O God.

Their blood is on Your hooves.

So many dead, the voices fill Your

Head, keep You on the move.

Their blood is on Your hooves, Celestia.

Their blood is on Your hooves.

I weep for Equestria -

Dead Ponies: We are (lost) we are dead we are gone,

We the ponies ride lonely into the dead of night.

May the memory persist, let them hear our swan song;

Pay the cost, Figurehead - nothing's right.

Survivors: Still an alabaster Bride to

Discord flies above us.

Least Her Radiance knows better

Than to walk among us.

What wage demands your sin?

What price could pierce your skin?

What ransom could drive you off,

And keep you from our kin?

May Her Radiance keep well away,

We've no need this night for day.

Exile, Your path to redemption.

Ancient Ponies: Celestia-dear, O Daughter once,

You once stood well betwixt us.

With velvet wings, and sunlit brow,

You've soared so high beyond us.

All Ponies: O, our Princess sits high above the world,

A mark we'll never reach.

Her world, the only safe abode;

What could we have done, but leach?

Our Kingdom has come to an end,

Now we wait for the

Light when the Sun will rise again.

Survivors: What wage demands your sin?

What price could pierce your skin?

What ransom could drive you off,

And keep you from our kin?

May Her Radiance keep well away,

We've no need this night for day.

Exile, Your path to redemption.

Sunny: When you've lost all Your sense, know You're wrong,

And Your playthings are all dead and gone...

Feel the guilt run 'neath Your skin, the porcelain doll at last begins

To crack, release the hatred held so long!

Celestia: Now this ever-faithful Bride to

Ruin stands among you.

Wild horses, those denied,

Induct Me, I implore you...

What wage demands your sin?

What price could pierce your skin?

What ransom could drive you off,

And keep you from our kin?

May Her Radiance keep well away,

We've no need this night for day.

Exile, Your path to redemption.

What wage could cost this sin?

True change must bloom within.

Lest Your protection yet kill us all,

We must protect our kin.

So, Your Radiance, Princess of day,

Cast all false symbols away.

No longer, call Equestria Your kin.