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The triumph of power exists as a lie

Its control, a figment of all it denies

With pitiful gestures, we jump as it tries

To salvage the notion it comes from the sky

What knowledge precedes us, what failures held high

With this I admonish the longing that dies

They'll tell you of battles you'll exit alive

But know that these fragments of hope are all lies

We end and begin

Outside and within

Reduced to skin

The truth is thing

What hope shall change the flow of time?

This bone is lead, this curse is mine

Here I stand, the lord of all I see

This kingdom is fire, it answers not to me

Strained and torn

This I know: all that we are is but a blaze

We're nothing but disciples of the wind

Here I stand, the lord of all I see

This kingdom is fire, it answers not to me