Rows of drones work in symmetrical methods
Whips crack against their backs
As the drudge (towards the awn)
Fever arrives from above
As they're ascending towards the eye of ra
Appease the gods
The river lifts the burden
From the shoulders of the slave
The gods devour art
Artwork obscured by the mistrust
Of modern man
The ode to the resilience of mankind is born
Their faces in line with each direction
Scattered all across the world
Monuments of hope
As men we have created
But as legends we have defined the possible
The rows on the earth have ascended the brick
Rope glides over tree and stone
The effort to please is nearing an end
Still the eye provides what can not be seen
The ode to the resilience of mankind is born
Their faces in line with each direction
Scattered all across the world
Monuments of hope
As men we have created
But as legends we have defined the possible
As men we have created
But as legends we have defined the possible
Pull! Pull!
As braid burns flesh we must
Pull! Pull!
To lay our king to rest
Pull! Pull!
As braid burns flesh we must
Pull! Pull!
Find faith in force
The ode to the resilience of mankind is born
Their faces in line with each direction
Scattered all across the world
Monuments of hope
As men we have created
But as legends we have defined the possible
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