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Aristocrates
Lord of towers, seek your piece
Bring forth justice to faithless seeds
And lead us not into temptation
But rob from us our fates
And return to us with smiling faces
With our karma in your palm
You control the finer points
On ritual stone is righteous camp
The crystal gardens are kept for you
And your enchanting whores
But see no wrong in your lilting ways
Deliver us from pardon
Solace waits for he who succeeds
In achieving all forgotten
Of ancient ways, in Rome and vale
We can't recall our stoic chores
But we still feel the consequence
And what may lie in store
So heed your words, shout them high
Believe yourself as we do
We are but stones all gone downhill
And you're the barrier to block us
Stand for us with sturdy hands
And cradle all the weeping
For they do not yet understanding
The agendas you are keeping
Finally now, we can pray
And whisper our harmonics
To bestow to you a blessed cause
While you slight us all for treason
And as it falls we'll cower down
But quietly accept our ends
Because we know that you have laws
On which our will depends.
