What is the color of the pain
Of the sorrow of the rage
Of the bodies that have bled
Of the hands that are stained
It's not of this hour
Not of this year
The storyteller has lied
Words have all misled
They've always been around
Those who wear the robes
Hunters of the flesh
Thieves of the souls
The memory stands
Where the fights were won
Fairness has a taste
If anyone has known
My tears have no magic
For all who've been wronged
Follow the power
Bring a song
The road is of fire
where all hopes are hidden
The road is of ash
Where no phoenix has risen
A giant door appears
And then there's a key
We're all behind it
This is our dream
About the Creator
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