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In triangular form

The gods impose their will.

The congregation

Circling this conflagration.

Above their city's burn

Yearning for the sweet taste of ...

blind devotion

Hungering for restitution

(Chorus)

Those deemed worthy

Struggle to keep pace.

With the tides of change

Drowning in the wake.

Welcome now the end of an age.

The trinity of horns

Summoned forth the condor

An entity of fear

Stricken they come crawling back.

(Chorus)

Those deemed worthy

Struggle to keep pace.

With the tides of change

Drowning in the wake.

Welcome now the end of an age.