Barkhan Charge

Here we are
We gaints swim, between the eyes of the deep
Our spirits collide, intertwined
His right-hand man, an empty vessel
A trooper in comand, know nothing but to serve

A ten thousand year march
Where will we sleep? When will we sleep?
In the soil we lie

Dense, with fear
In the soil we lie

In the soil we lie, numb and deprived, no structure binds us
Awaiting the smile of a king, a passing glimpse of night and day
Gives us a sign, we must prevail
Holding on

No man or beast will slow us on our climb
Holding on

Onward away from violent birth
Into another realm

Moving on
(I guess I'm moving on)