Scars from the past Always tend to last Healing ever so slow When they need to heal fast The arm of the warrior Is not guilty for the kill Apparent is his demon And lack of free will Unclouded is his judgment But restrained by his hate Before unnecessary death It seems like it's fate By the treeline on the coast Lies a city of iron Upon dismantled holy ground Corrupting everything around Because they do not favor The way that they go about Destroying everything around them And try to push them out For there is something I dreamt life so sublime Monkeys grow, their trees have climbed Everyone wants everything But some might actually get it The person is the only evil here In this desert among the trees But it's the only place to hide Lowered weapons once to find For there is something For there is something For there is something For there is something In the air