the throne of the lost has been vacated
          and in its place sits a sword of stone
                       the story of royalty should it be lifted
                  is now a warning for pretenders;

                                    ye who take the burden
                                    who seeks redemption in darkness
                                    don’t carry forward
                                    lest your own heart grow stony
                                    and lost upon your brow, will the crown sit

          the lost are now found,
                    relinquished for purpose
                and the time has come to rise above the shadows
                            the spirit of man never dying

                  pray heed the mourning calls of time
                       and look towards the horizon instead
            there is no warrior who will sink their teeth into black
                                  when there is the light to feast upon

We are the warriors that built this town.

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