They're coming for all of you and your kind
Balcony table for two
We'll watch the fight
Or brandish your weapon
Raise your right
Hand to the sky
And bear it's light
You were chosen son
Come see a place
Where our enemy's won
Who's to say this world
Won't end the same way?
Who's to say?
This vessel has become
Some sort of broken one
And nothing I can see
Will guide me through
This violent task before me
No strength to resist, no strength
Wrenching me from this husk
Instilling a new purpose
To fight this scourge
These stones have heard
The weakening
Then wakening
This twist in my gut
That makes me sing
Why?
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