with the wisdom of the ancients we will rise as we cover the eyes of the blind,
as the ages has past and no rule has long last, when the puppets have no where to go, we were born unalike, us with rules, you with rights, but now all is covered by the snow,
You can take, your fools offering, but your other hand already knows, yes the times have changed, changed not forward, but what will be left behind when we cover the eyes of the blind,
Now your kingdom has crashed and your puppets have lashed and you're left with no where to go, a change has drawn nigh, yes the earth heard our cry, and your body will soon be covered by the snow,
You'll be the offering, sacrificed at first dusk, then discarded, bearing the brand of our new colony where the people have rights.
You can take your fools offering but your other hand always knows, the times have changed, changed not forward but what will be left behind when we cover the eyes of the blind.
Everything is covered, everything clean but faded, the years of toil were all in vain, upon us now, the great leveling, no more seasons, no more sun, the sky blacked out and an empty canvas remains, every race, every color, every sect, they are part of the same chain, we are all widowed, we are all orphaned, we are all alone, this is the way it must be, to start again, we must all see what it is to be blind.
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