The assertion of my domain
In bloody feuds we did remain
Fools in our element, sick and lame
Ardently I walked for minute years
Only to stumble when met with days
We tried to speak in all our ways
None would listen for all our days
You shall burn, too
As I shall burn through
You will burn
As I have burned
My souls leanings, fair and true
My souls leanings were old and blue
Gauzes grey through and through
But see inside you could not do
For you’d scream, “I am meant for more!”
Ooh is this what is in the speech of war?
Tired wings, that a fly should glide
If he could maybe he’d be satisfied
In my domains assertion
My domains assertion.