the tired and weary guard your far shores
a ceaseless watch born from endless wars
ever-wary, armed, forewarned
await the foe that never comes
retreat behind your steel resolve
yet it’s fear that drove you and built these walls
how did you come to know such unease
is it fear of revenge by those that you've deceived?
we're sending all our pleas
hoping some will hear them
hoping some may pause for thought
we once shared your ideals
but now we've lost all contact
all we hear the Drums of War
is there life behind the mile-high wall
do thinking minds respond
or are you deaf to all but the claxon's call?
is there thought at all
or just the machination of the Womb of War?
released May 18, 2007
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