Scorch and sear, burn and rule,
In the darkness hides a fool.
Light does burn, light does dim,
Blind eagles fly into the wind.
Course of tide, of changing sea
Brings ebbing waves to carry thee

Friend of dragons, friend of foes
Nomads wander where blood flows,
Swords of might, swords of loss
Blissful when there is no cost
Rays of moon, rays of night
Daggers seeking with their light
Full of blackness a heart does burn
While grieving cherubs round the urn

Dreams of low, dreams of high,
Blind hatred feeds on the darkest night
Obscurity within the soul
Laments that bare no bells to toll
Shifting sands and drifting faces
Hovering with flails and maces

Crashing oceans of ancient years
Wise words fall upon deaf ears
Burning embers flickering out
Clouds of panic, clouds of doubt
Somewhere within and not without
Dreams ride upon a gossamer veil
Riding the wings of ships that sail

Chorusing whispers on the tide
Riding away from the death that lies
From beyond the deepest depths
A blistering burn from that sunset
War is waged, tides have turned
Forgetting all there is to learn...

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