Original lyrics

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how the old souls wish to speak in ancient tongues some in snarls cries and whispers... do you remember the tribe in the trees? from the great spring of the spider king we rise from a primordial sea to ascend to a throne of smoke and steel... we stare through blank and blackened eyes and live so all others may die across an ocean of time of draught and of flood we live on the rush from a poppy's blood from worship of moon and sun to create the spear, the blade and gun upon my hands are wings to command these things what things what great deeds and things lie inside my veins am i so great only so great as these things that surround me remember the language so old it's ancient speak it, cry it out a tongue so old it touches, teaches, loves and hates and is the root of all that is forsaken i look out to see and call the strike to end it all our kingdom... torn down and rebuilt to nothing i hang my head as these walls of flame come crashing down the oceans swell and swallow all my scences too strong to stand i see pain, hear cries, and clutch the barren sand the foul stench and bitter taste are the last memories of our doomed race