There came a time to build the walls, and a time to break them down You crafted engines of dread, sent them out to raze the crown And did you truly believe the tide would never turn your way? Hidden behind your distant dunes, immune to coming day? Now the reckoning descends, for every seed you’ve sown. Across the churning brine, vessels of raw intent now sail On currents forged of iron, they ride against the gale Bringing every distant threat right to the kindling pyre. The east wind howls, a primal hunger in the air Rebels from the desert's grasp, escaping every snare They chant of judgment and rebirth, waiting for the dusk to fall. Another strike at midnight, by the broken garden wall Remove your painted mask, let go of your grand, silken call Will you not step down from your height, from where you calmly reign? Let me witness truth one last time, before this world of yours goes sane. The east wind howls, a primal hunger in the air Rebels from the desert's grasp, escaping every snare They chant of judgment and rebirth, waiting for the dusk to fall.
