So our metal must be tested by relative poverty
As usurers bay for our blood
We make our stand on the mountain
As Babylon is cleansed by the flood
The spiritual path can be tiring
The rewards are not of this plain
But we have suffered this before
And we were a match to that pain
We cast off the weight of the yoke
And raise our glad eyes to the sun
For we have been tempered by terror
And we met the infinite one
The sleepers stumble through dreamland
as they fight to accumulate tat
we choose the spiral path
and we hope we are wiser at that
It is known this life is a lesson
That we have to learn many times
Our daemons have seen it before
And the daemons remember our lines
But we are quite weary of the struggle
And we need to float on down stream
Aware of the ultimate outcome
And knowing our place in the scheme.
So give us the strength to continue
And be then the light on our paths
Dissolution is part of the process
And we choose our acid baths
Stripped back to the core of our beings
Laid naked before sources throne
Observed by the twenty four angels
And sent back to travel alone
We reaffirm our loyalty to the kingdom
And gladly accept our own plights
Let us be instruments of love
So all shadows will flee from our light.
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