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A line that can't be broken

Of the duty bound unspoken

Wielding hammers to the sky

For the greater good they die

The world is weary of the past

Might it die or rest at last

Yet the iron and flame of empires

Thunder on the shore

Light a candle for the dead

And the wounded hearts that bled

Echo songs gods and men

Raise a glass to seasons end

We bear the fate of our fathers

Spectres of the dead hours

So he crept from tomb to grave

Traveller of endless day

Fragments of the seasons fell

Across the oceans vast and cold

So we rise and fall

With the tides of the earth