In a single gust of certainty
In a lonely stream of confidence
The behemoths shall tumble
Like fiery oak
Slayed, by the axe of callous men

The frail envision
A far and wide reckoning
Droves of the iron-willed
The festering hordes
Of immense unrest
All with a singular motive
All striving for whats truly best

Kings scour for fleeting resolutions
As roving bands ignite
And dart through the avenues
With torches clutched in hand

Pandering lies!
Pandering lies!
Desperation accelerates
And overseers spiral

Once the rolling embers prevail
There can be no compensation
No true victors
As certainty rest
Beneath the final glinting inferno

Kings flee
From the weight of desolation
Unmoved by the quiet miles
Unfazed by billowing death

What was
A bold and righteous endeavor
Has torn Mother from son
Fathers
From the arms of grieving daughters