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Lotus

Lotus


It ends: a war, an empire fallen from its place, the sky
An era made of gold, of cold, of anything but peace
It ends: the race to conquer all that lives has ceased
The sovereigns of life now rot in our dreams, thereby

You wake, a dream long passed yet you still breathe, alive
A chamber much like home, so welcomed; much despised

"Was that all me? My hand that ended all, the war? Alone?
I dreamt of brothers falling, fighting, winning, yet.. unknown
Remain my answers in this wretched place i once called Home"

"Rise now, and fight!" I hear, like the days before, thundering call
"I raised you from your sleep! Now fight what stands ahead!"
I know her, her voice, her cunning, I remember all the dead,
Were so because the voice that I now hear in my aching head.

I stand, she grins, and if I fight, she wins, then maybe I can stall
And fight her will and fight her power, resist all her control
Yet armies, alien, now rush to aid her will, trying to take my breath.
Once more, I raise my sword, I raise my head, sending all life to death.

A war, an empire, we crushed, we killed; we listened to her voice
Swayed from gold and cold and power, we never had a choice

"Why?" so many brothers asked while shouting their last word
So many lost, so many questions still unanswered and still blurred

"Rise now, And fight!" I hear her again, impatient as ever
"They`re coming now! For you!" She always was this clever,
Never let us suspect and doubt, and aim our blade at her
We fought, so blind, so cold, so dark but we have lost all gold
All glory, honor.. we lost it all when we have been controlled

By her, the Lotus, the end of our masters, the end of their kin.
By her, our deceiver, the light that shined so bright we never saw her grin.
By her, our mother, the savior we sought to guide us and to aid
The greatest warriors, of gun, of blade, were.. so easily swayed.

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