The world burned by our hatred or so some will say That the darkening clouds showed the heavens dismay We followed our kings who could not find the way And we plunged into darkness, or so some will say
That a hero was born in the pit of the damned With a mirror of souls that he held in his hand And he led us from shadows who longed for command Behind him we rallied and escaped from the damned
And decades would pass in the song of his soul In his words was a wisdom that made the world whole But the hero was weakened by the thought of his goal And a fear was arising in the song of his soul
Jealousy was rising from the madness of man That a hero could turn all their temples to sand He claimed he could lead them to the promised land But they refused to listen, in the madness of man
And so awoke shadows not banished from light And our hero was slain on the darkest of nights Now many years later we remember his plight But gone is the hero, gone into the light
And now all descends into hatred again The world on the brink of salvations end Darkness now lurking just around the bend And gone is the hero, will he rise again?
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