They raised the edge and called it right, They fed it well, they held it tight, No thought of where the arc might bend, Or how it circles back again. Some cried of danger at the gates, Some lit the fire with their breath, But the circle closed around them, As their voices sang the anthem. Ohh… Their fury turns against their hands, Ohh… The weight is more than they can stand. So be it. They wear their virtue like a shield, While trading anger for control, But the weapon that they cherished, Took its toll upon their own. Ohh… Their fury turns against their hands, Ohh… The weight is more than they can stand. So be it. They cry order while they fight, They cry freedom while they bind, Ohh… Their reflection leaves them blind. Ohh… The circle closes once again, Ohh… Their judgment falls within their den. So be it. Was it worth the fire you fed? Was it worth the cries at night? When your children wipe their eyes… Prove me wrong. You pointed far, but it struck so near, The weight of all that rage is here. If you can still believe it’s right… Prove me wrong. Ohh... Ohh...
