My Core Pumps Valor

We are not but the phantoms of time.

Here one day.

Gone the next.

We Live, We Grow, We Smile, We Die.

Who sees the king in the gutter.

Who revels in the riches of the poor.

Which man walks in the wake of a giant.

In which manner do the hurricane winds blow the sands of our spirits through the everlasting wasteland of this place we call earth.

Let us rise like smoke and flood the skies in silence.

When the flame bell sings we shall explode with the force of millions and show our strips.
Let those who witness know that the chosen rose...

And Kept Rising