The Firepath

Verse 1

The monied elite, beholden to nothing but gold,

They care not for this sacred land, its future growing cold.

Megacorp lords boast of towers that scrape the heavens high,

Yet their hearts are barren deserts where no true life may lie.

Verse 2

They speak not of the soil, nor the grain that feeds our kin,

Only balance sheets and profit, only how much they can win.

Alas, these are the omens of our nation's slow decay,

The pillars of our fathers rotting, crumbling day by day.

Chorus

In this nightmare we wander, through a political din,

The masses dance blindly in a stupor of sin.

The world burns around us, reduced to ash and flame,

We walk the Firepath... calling out your name.

Verse 3

Once proud sons of the soil now chase shadows made of light,

Trading honor for trinkets in the endless, hollow night.

The wise voices are silenced, the faithful cast aside,

While traitors in shimmersilk robes decide how our people die.

Verse 4

Oh, how heavy is this sorrow that weighs upon the heart,

To see a once-great people torn so far apart.

The signs are clear before us, yet few will heed the call,

As we march together... toward the Firepath's fall.

Final Chorus

In this nightmare we wander, through a political din,

The masses dance blindly as the end closes in.

No salvation in riches, no future left to claim...

We walk the Firepath...

Consumed by its flame.