Wood and iron stain the threads
An unfinished portrait of man
Canvas brushed by the breath
Of the carnyx scoring our wrath

I answer the call

So far
From the world they’ve known
They’ll march
Immortal landscapes carved in stone

So far
From the glory the future holds
We part
Ways with them ‘fore their story’s told

Each evening and each dawn
We know they carry on
In spirit and in song
In light of days long gone
Each page they’ve spilled upon
An image now redrawn
Still, they must live on
Still, they must live on

With each god’s favor and the blessings of the sun
Earth is waiting to be taken, new worlds to be won
The thunder’s drumming keeps us steady in our march
Sons and daughters of a world from which we cannot part

The air
Is painted with their blood
We share
Only what they can take from us

Erase
Remake

In an image we’ll recall
A thread is pulled and a world unraveled falls
Pieced back together out of order or not at all
Our past disfigured by those around which it revolves

Never to know
The worlds forgotten in the tales that we rewrote
Never to face
Ourselves again as we all assimilate
Never to know
The places left behind that we called home
Never to face
Ourselves again as, from the world, we are erased

I’m a free man
At the feet of a giant
Head above the clouds
Making myths where his shadow’s cast

Beauty matched only by the dreams
Of those to whom the ground’s too far to lean
Beyond the walls, where they’ve never seen
A moment more vibrant than any they’ve conceived

A lesson etched in the legends we’ve all come to forget
Faded upon a mountain’s bones
These monuments are all that echoes from their lineage
Impressed upon a mind of stone