Let my voice be heard,
Above the mountain tops,
And into the valleys,
Lest we remember our silent past,
Our bane cometh soon.
For we claim much more embellishments,
And stake much fortune in,
Those gold and silver treasures,
that lie within our carnal eden.
For fame and glory passeth soon,
without remarkable remains,
Legacy and good nature lasts.
History has told us so.
For when we delve into,
the realm of broken soothes and trumped remnants,
we bring about our destruction,
From within our own soft skin.