| Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
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| I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night
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| I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line
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| Each in turn did point at me and say a mournful rhyme
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| We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea
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| We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees
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| The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown
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| And the legacy you leave your spawn will surely bring 'em down
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| Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
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| Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
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| A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand
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| The power sought or won or bought, the castles made of sand
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| You always have good reason to take more than you need
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| Your hearts are full of hatred and your minds are full of greed
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| Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
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| Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
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| What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave
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| And stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave?
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| Those who know and all they know will sow on fertile ground
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| Those who don’t and never will are those who will go down
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| Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
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| Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down |