A pearl of rough, made fine in the fierce waves
Left alone for a time, to be discovered for the days
Of a time uncovered, grinded to a point
Let loose on the leaders, by city, by port
Storm the walls, the castle, the noble fort
Bring them down before the eyes of the land
Ready to discover our own pearls, grind them to a point
Ready to use and divide our enemies for our cause
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
A pearl of rough, made fine in the fierce waves
Left alone for a time, to be discovered for the days
Of a time uncovered, grinded to a point
Let loose on the leaders, by city, by port
Storm the walls, the castle, the noble fort
Bring them down before the eyes of the land
Ready to discover our own pearls, grind them to a point
Ready to use and divide our enemies for our cause
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