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Come closer, my hawk-eyed children
     and take flight through the torrid sands
          the frozen storms
               and settle in homes of warm fires and sick children
                    and find them the cures, the curse of wars and famine.

                    Take with you a feeling of liberation
                    and the good sense to carry forward
                    Leave with me your woe and your darkness

                    Take this, you underlife prophets
               and give unto these men gods of their own doing
          stop the spread of renaissance and give me stasis
     Oh, and onto those gods of antithesis
give men over which to rule.

Description
Come closer, my hawk-eyed children
     and take flight through the torrid sands
          the frozen storms
               and settle in homes of warm fires and sick children
                    and find them the cures, the curse of wars and famine.

                    Take with you a feeling of liberation
                    and the good sense to carry forward
                    Leave with me your woe and your darkness

                    Take this, you underlife prophets
               and give unto these men gods of their own doing
          stop the spread of renaissance and give me stasis
     Oh, and onto those gods of antithesis
give men over which to rule.