Lay down your weapons
Dead or even done
Watchers are calling
Hundred million strong
Colours sober
Speak of rains to come
With naked eye, they soar like
Lightening doves in flight
Every king is armed
Cavalry and the fire lords
Goddess of the soil
Ever beating drum
Pure light of seven
Colder to the touch
Draw the line and cure life
Currency of time
Every king is armed
Cavalry and the fire lords
Goddess of the soil
Ever beating, beating drum
Who can't see the stars?
Soar like lightening doves
Every king is armed
Cavalry and the fire lords
Goddess of the soil
Beating, beating, beating drum
Never to become
Powerless and watch colours running
Dead or even done
Painted shadow across the sun
Hoo-hoo!
The need has come
Gonna feel it
Gonna see it
She's not a little toy
Who are we anyway?
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