The ocean Galan pushes with fingers of gray mist towards the MONOLITH In dreams the tower grew crushing the tribes of Adam Leaving the ocean cold and metallic the wood bears the mark Sickle words of bronze carved the vessel in which I lay Pushing pushing I am the last of the numbered The stone eats the smoke that pours from my eyes Tasting a thousand years of war It knows the power I seek It plays the songs of my ancestors and laughs as thunder shakes my timbers I become the stone COLD My ancestors burn The forests and pastures fold inwards and only black remains The power is ours The MONOLITH stands This tells legends Become the numbered Eyes black
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