The alabaster faces of our enemies arise,
circling our city from below.
When misbegotten messengers spread treachery and lies,
the people lift their voices to the senators and cry
The king is dead!
The king is dead!
The withered body,
the fallen head.
But we will live,
and peace will rise.
The truth is born
but never dies.
The truth will never die!
There's nothing left for anyone to speak of anymore,
for the dreamer has awakened from his sleep.
The clock is striking endlessly above the city square,
and the ministers escape into their reverie and prayer.
The king is dead!
The king is dead!
The withered body,
the fallen head.
But we will live,
and peace will rise.
The truth is born
but never dies.
The truth will never die!
***
Warring factions within one man crack the castle walls
and overrun again.
Fire dancing across the sky surround the seven suns
until they burn as one.
Secrets whispered upon the wind compel the ancient wisdom
to extinguish it.
The voice of nature begins the song of sleep beyond the stars
inside of everyone.
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