Fortresses built by idle hands
Weapons forged in the shadows
Solemn words praise the devoted and brave
Stepping on the threshold of the insane
-The walls must be breached
The branches of the old tree creak
The songbird sings it's elegy
The lifetime leaves are turning pale
The serpent gnawing and spitting
Praising the high king on his golden throne
For shelter, harvest and peace
Seeking council in the halls of the tyrant
Dwelling on the doorsteps of doom
-The walls must be breached
The branches of the old tree creak
The soldier swinging swords
The glare in the hearts is fading
The serpent feasts with joy
Chase the serpent
Step on his tail
Grant it eyes to behold
Grant it wings to expand
Grant it thoughts to convey
Grant it claws to destroy
Envision the sacrifice
Glance into the worlds
Let the blood heal
Let it grow, let it rot
As certain as birth and death
Grief will follow laughter and joy
The vermin will return to the lair
But the branches will never break
-The walls will breach
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