Time to free the old gods Learning to mend the deep wounds Old suffering and lost youth Shaking off the torn cloth Wandering the unknown As I have left my kin Shedding my tribal skin Spilling the blood of a pale fraud Painting the faint story once more Levelled foundation short-mourned Breaking from the tame flock Alone to find a new throne Color to the canvas given Era's end in a tired land Water to a war-torn face Exhausted from a lifelong chase Coarse stone to a callous heel New truth shaping the habit of an old fool Time to cherish true blood Downcast my humbled eyes With face to the blazing Sun Water to a war-torn face Exhausted from a lifelong chase Coarse stone to a callous heel New truth shaping the habit of an old fool Unfinished solarium One more cut of the seeker's tongue Ode to the scarred clay reshaping Ode to the ever flowing river! Blade to the the rogue branch Wet thumb to gashed clay Handstroke of magnificence Setting beauty upon this place Yet another death I face With peace fire's set to the old remains I must leave, to the wild I go Tears for where I once called home Now as the tide has finally come Test the grit or become undone Molding my face and the mask into one Through chaos, with light, balance is brought Baring teeth, piercing roar, bearing the sword Will to fight, to end life May those times scarcely come Though the back was once broken The eye is now open Now graced with able legs Striding towards that sacred place Dancing foot with prudence Devotion sculpting a heart of clay Unfinished solarium One more cut of the seeker's tongue Ode to the scarred clay reshaping Ode to the ever flowing river!