The world of men is cloaked Under a veil of weakness In fear of failing the great Oath to the Gods
One must rise above The pettiness, the egoism One must battle against The tribalism, the division
Is there any man that Never wished to change this world? To wrong all ills, To bring vengeance upon the wicked
I will hunt down the trail of betrayal The poisonous leeches Within the heart of my city
One must battle against fatalism And indecisiveness Embrace the unknown and enter the fray One must rise above the self And aim towards the noble idea, The Wholeness If only willpower was the sole key to life…
Yet, the privileged still cower At the sight of necessity Mobilized only by half-truths And high promises
There are as many layers To a man of wisdom As there are facades To appease the ignorant A web of untruth that serves Them unknowingly But then, how should All trust the man of wisdom?
Differing conceptions, Antagonistic desires Kin, kingdom, caste and belief Each man never fights For just one thing
Who are then my people? Are they those of my kin, or my spirit?
And what is my spirit? An idea I've been fed, or something deeper?
I will fight against obscurity I will fight for a cleansing lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.