We all descended from god's magnificence
The holy world, a diamond tower
We are the sirens of this ruined lie
Oh you fools, glow glorious
Return the fire that was stolen from us
A million things must come and pass
We are the casing and the cover and the cast
Come inside, pull you down
Let light and music and honor be born
My golden ones who dare to fight
You stand against the fabrications of the night
Writing tunes with much revere
Preserved by people and cut and battered here
Take those blows, stand your ground
Or wander lost and never to be found
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