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Vow to war upon the stars

If but with a sip of wine

Lunatics, soldiers of the moon

Poets, artists and sorcerers

They have no fear of madness

For they know it's glory

Towers of reason sprang

To harness its power

Symbolic magic built upon itself

Extends their domain

Discredit the goddess herself

Demoted, a lowly chimera

Usurper of the lunar hunt

Lowered

Made devil

Pretender to

The throne

Turn the tide

Back for your own

Withdrawal of embedded razors

To be envenomed by rust

And to drown

In Crimson Iron

Carved in history's flesh

Our great symbolic magic

We bind the ocean's will

Towards the river