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Tides Of Fire

I'm not the only one

Who can put out the fire

I only want to be left alone

Wise man high upon your hill

Please hear the prayers we cry

You we beseech

We rest our hopes on the promise

Of your good name

I'm not your providence

I live, I breathe

I cannot stop the flood

An eye for an eye, The innocent fallen

The cities are dead, The guilty are dust

Walking the hillsides, Dotted by followers

Ritual blindness, Bookkeepers in their citadels

The wrath of princes and kings

A flood not of water but flame

Evil born of sovereignty

Patterns are followed the same

It comes again

The sand of the ages is falling away

Knowledge and violence, Hand over hand

Are up from their graves

Wisdom is left in the dirt

I've seen the wrath

Of princes and kings

Flood not of water but flame

Evil born of sovereignty

Patterns are followed the same