Hyperion

The wilderness grows out of control
In the barren fields we once sowed
The forest encroaches on this land
To finally claim back what was never the domain of man
It gives us shelter from the wastes
And feeds our hatred of the nameless king
Who left us here to die

Stand and respire
Roots of hatred grow
Curse at the liars
They'll reap what they sow

This feeling rising in me
This urge no longer paralyzed
Resisting the will that sits upon a throne of lies
And yet he remains writing his own demise
I'll take this chance and capitalize
No longer will I falter
Safe from the harsh sun
Above the tide
I feel the call of instinct
This wondrous anger inside
Resonating within me

Rise and conspire
Rot from within
Expose the liars
They'll bear the weight of their sins

I wonder, will truth survive
Unscathed from this fight for our lives?
Or like thunder
Will we split the sky asunder
And claim their lives?

Call of the wild
Hymn of the slain
Bury the false king
The crown is ours to claim

This discontent, it grows around us
A seed of doubt, proliferates
Heed our voice, there's something wrong here
The hate grows, it's gathering its strength
The roots run deep and it's killing us slowly
Eating us from within
And although they claim to protect us
Their past is steeped in murderous sin

We will rise
Expose their lies
We will rise
And claim their lives