Cormorant
Salt of the Earth
The teeth of lions sown by the wind, spurned by the salt of the Earth'sfallow and barren skin,find fertile ground in me. Rains of red poppies burst from the blue. Fireflies and harpies beat their wings anew. The wine from man's fountains imparts courage to implore: Gods, step down from your mountains. Fish, rise up from the shore. For kings are few and we are legion, flood the borders between all regions. No blood spills blue torn from its vein. All dissolves into the grain. Incite the erosion of sleeping giants so their slumber may forever last: Their lies a fading remembrance of science past. Rise, rise, rise...kill. Seeds of revolution sprout forests of stone. Letras de cancionesThe bricks of toppled castles build me my palace, mortared with sweat from your brow. The crops reaped by my vassals feed only my malice. My hearth burns with golden boughs. Sea, land, and air all fall to my glory. May the earth bear my legacy. But Time knows no human deeds, as Nature knows no caste. The winds sow forests of weeds on graves of tyrants past.
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