"And so it comes to this And thus are we undone..." The foundations of our fathers' truths Eroded by the cruelties of fate Thus enslaved wear their yoke like a crown And their dishonour like the finest jewel The profane usurps the sacred The sacred defiled as profane Unquestioning blindness proclaimed to be sight The denial of death and the sourging of life And so it comes to this But thus are we undone? The Curse on ruinous currents ascends Born by winds we dare not name Its corruption taints all in its wake Its ravenous shadow enshrouding the earth Where is our courage? Wherefore is our pride? When good men do nothing Whilst tyrants scar the skies The lonely forest whispers An oaken eulogy A battlecry for those who stand Before this poisoned tide Against the Eye that glares incandescent And those who conspire that great deeds fail Our banners crack and flutter in forewarning The threatening promise of tempests to come Hearken to me! Seek not for Gods to break our chains Seek strength and will to break the chains ourselves Seek for the essence of the wind's true name That we might command our fate once more!