We sifted tones from out the dust.
Set aside each sonorous treasure,
Sloughed off each impure outer crust.
The notes like jewels amongst us shine,
Emeralds for the ear.
The Vaults and forges ringing, chime;
Lament with ringings clear.
My blade not sheathed,
My feathers are preened:
The smithy is roaring,
What have you gleaned?
Lend me your seeing -
Our wild eyes are one,
We are one being,
Under the Sun.
Perfect union
Under the moon.
Gelid ice melting
Springtime comes soon.
We are the falcon,
We are the Seer,
Smith forge the sharp edge
Earth's demons fear.
I am come to wisdom's treasure;
The bones, the armour clad in rust.
Those beyond we cannot measure.
Those before we cannot trust.
Triple-sighted, Paladin,
A hilt grasped in the hardened hand;
A blade that sings, a supple spine -
Protectors of the sacred land.
We are rising,
Throat gives cry,
We are wielding
To the skies.
The blade, the talons
Puissant grasp;
A potent triad,
Union cast.
Seeking falsehood
Seeking shame
We are eradicating
Blame.
Higher, oh soaring, crack the Vault!
Sing oh sing with voices clear!
Our triple sight has traced a target,
Launch from Heaven like a spear!
Fly from out the blazing yellow,
Fly from out the burning sun!
Smith cry out your mighty bellow,
Falcon screech, blade has begun
A-singing as we downward stoop -
A Broker of Confusion pierced;
Regime change, a mighty coup,
Triple-eyes are blazing fierce.
We set ourselves upon the heights,
Always watchful day and night.
We set ourselves this sacred charging,
Never will we cease the fight.
We've set ourselves this sacred charging,
Watching for the ones in plight,
We've set ourselves this sacred charging,
Always watchful day and night.
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