To tread the path of glory Gild your will with honor Take flight amid the storm Confront the serpent in the garden Feel the fire burn Rejoice and fan the flames Look up to see the moon on the wane And the stars begin to fade The weak trample and feast on the weak Yet fail to become strong Strength, earned through blood and tears Shown and measured in grace Staying one step ahead of the flock Vigilant in your House of Pain The realization your throne is an illusion A liberation and challenge Stand in awe or fall to your knees and grieve Hear the serpent, but do not listen His breath, the stench! The dust of ages This conqueror adjusts his paper crown Stammers his grace in tongues with a tongue forged in fire His voice cuts like a knife Flaying flesh from bone Cleaving away reality Feel the fire burn, rejoice and fan the flames Tempered steeleyed glare As your demons dance before your eyes Distract and intoxicate Trying to reclaim what has become yours Silent mortal flesh Defy the serpent and gild your will with honor Embrace the past and whats to come
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