Access of faith,
law,
and a deep-painted spirit
would do an undue
would chew this world instead of ours.
Opinions rise and opinions fall,
at the end of days the trident stands tall
with limitless light illuminates all
Hustles to no one,
certain and bold, it makes us
stick to the cause
The wear and tear of agony's stretch,
it makes us,
it makes us stick to the cause
The dust cloud lifts from a charging wall,
broken
bones and precious birds
Rock the wall, it never stops
The sign of the
trident stands paramount,
eternal and tall
It is in our eyes,
above the ball
Hustles to no one,
certain and bold, it makes us stick to the cause
The wear and tear of agony's stretch,
it makes us,
it makes us stick to the cause
Nothing,
no nothing can challenge this call
Larger than life,
soul and soul, of undying tribal war
A cracking whip held by an iron fist,
determined and loyal
A constellation of bright shining stars Hustles to no one,
certain and bold,
it makes us
stick to the cause
The wear and tear of agony's stretch,
it makes us,
it makes us stick to the cause