When they turn the pages of history,
when these days have passed long ago,
will they read of us with sadness
for the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze
from the castles in the distance,
eyes cast down
on the path of least resistance.
Cities full of hatred, fear, and lies,
withered hearts, and cruel, tormented eyes.
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
beating down the multitude
and scoffing at the wise.
The hypocrites are slandering
the sacred halls of truth.
Ancient nobles showering their bitterness on youth.
Can’t we find the minds that made us strong?
Oh can’t we learn to feel
what’s right and what’s wrong?