| «And so it comes to this
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| And thus are we undone…»
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| The foundations of our fathers' truths
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| Eroded by the cruelties of fate
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| Thus enslaved wear their yoke like a crown
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| And their dishonour like the finest jewel
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| The profane usurps the sacred
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| The sacred defiled as profane
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| Unquestioning blindness proclaimed to be sight
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| The denial of death and the sourging of life
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| And so it comes to this
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| But thus are we undone?
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| The Curse on ruinous currents ascends
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| Born by winds we dare not name
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| Its corruption taints all in its wake
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| Its ravenous shadow enshrouding the earth
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| Where is our courage?
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| Wherefore is our pride?
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| When good men do nothing
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| Whilst tyrants scar the skies
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| The lonely forest whispers
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| An oaken eulogy
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| A battlecry for those who stand
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| Before this poisoned tide
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| Against the Eye that glares incandescent
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| And those who conspire that great deeds fail
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| Our banners crack and flutter in forewarning
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| The threatening promise of tempests to come
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| Hearken to me!
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| Seek not for Gods to break our chains
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| Seek strength and will to break the chains ourselves
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| Seek for the essence of the wind’s true name
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| That we might command our fate once more!
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