Unforged Hammers and Braille
hope for the hopeless
Time is turning crimson
Standing fast and refusing to clot
Hourglasses that fill with sanguine
Keep soaking our paths with rot
Our light begins to yield
The stars themselves hide behind a veil
Darkness waits patiently
As we hold ideas in braille
Hope takes its final breath
Because aid was placed in idle hands
Urizen fathered jealous deaths
His acolytes blasphemed his plans
If only someone could find Los
But his forge only gathers dust
Albion’s children must all weep
For him and his anvils succumb to rust
Where is the wisdom of the ages?
The compass which points to the heart
Destined to doom gods of chaos
Before such tragedies could start
Veritas knows time is running out
And Aequitas must fight the same
A balanced scale as her symbol
Her cornucopia now a sword of flame
We are opposed to the dying of the light
We keep the stars fixed in our minds
We hold tight to the messages given—
the ones we read when we were blind
We will answer your calls for aid
Apply tourniquets to bleeding wounds
And with a flaming sword in hand
We’ll see justice forestall our doom
And if we are to meet our maker
Know our efforts were not stale
So please pass this message to our heirs
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