Lyrics Quest for the Cube - Barn Burner

Quest for the Cube

This quest starts with a grain of sand ground up just before it can fall
trampled under foot by the legions willing to
Crawl
A feat of strength, a test of will, a tradition lost;
on nothing but bread and
water, even worse, nothing at all
We are, we were conquerors first
Decades are safe, always be free
We follow lights in hopes we’ll find this cube of
Glory, this quest of life
They’ll fall behind, they’ll starve and die on this quest of glory,
this cube of life
For this we will not wait for the sun
Patience was lost before the riddle was solved
What will satisfy this thirst, what will fill our
Guts?
Losing battles, crushed by war, slaughter for fun