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Every piece of hardened steel

Every person of Iron will

Shall bend, and yield

Or else be snapped in two

Kings of men

You are no match for me

I am the quaking Earth

And you will bend

And you will bow

A veil is lifted

My skin is renewed

My eyes behold

As if for the first time

Ripping through the filament

Separating me from this world

Burning through this soft shell

Ever empire's power will end

I will see to it

Do not despair

What is this place

Have I been here before

Have I stood upon the precipice

Gazed upon this

Lingering ash covered ancient memory

Wake up my friend

We have been walking in our sleep again

All of this, everything

All will pass, eternal change

The fences of man will fall

Cleansed by great fire and rain