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Solar eruptions

Fingers of terror

Fiery demolition

In the palms of the Sculptor

Created eons ago

The clay golems are free

The roam around the world

Erecting an empire

Crushing other species

As a mean to evolve

Draining their energy

And their last ounce of resolve

Solar eruptions

Fingers of terror

Fiery demolition

In the palms of the Sculptor

Unyielding being

Bowing down to none

In the furnace of the soil, forging

The dynasty of the obey

Wreaking havoc upon the land

You pray to the blazing shrine

Afraid that you'll soon be found

And in the hourglass falls the last grain of sand

Now the remedy will be held

For the effigy is burning down

As one we'll the answer

As one they're the palms of the Sculptor