a castle is a
prison now
when we see the weak
we tremble
it's so simple
imagine yourself
tall with sword
pause for a statue uphill
with that
and others serve the race
childbearing
busy siesta we make of it
160,000 years
how many generations are we?
my tribe
and we rule for all others
for everything that lives
that lived
the chosen choose
we rule out as well
ours the spirit of great stones
we go into the wind
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