A war is waged
As our imaginings
Are left to claim
What parts of us remain

What is still pliable
In light of firm belief
What can still be controlled
What can still be enslaved

What each god could still mold
What each god could still shape

Suffer
No matter what you gave
For all you sacrificed that you could be saved
Suffer
By hand of gods you made
For it is written that their price would be paid

And in your own ambition
On your bairn’s behalf
A race becomes indebted
To one they can’t pay back
And from losing positions
The last sunsets will pass
Above your heads hung low
Held by your aching backs

Suffer
No matter what you gave
For all you sacrificed that you could be saved
Suffer
By hand of gods you made
For it is written that their price would be paid

The coming age
And the toils it brings
Will seek to forge
Kings of an unseen place
And all who question
In light of these blessings
Will be the heretics
Our teachings will unmake
What minds we cannot mold
We seek instead to break

Suffer
No matter what you gave
For all you sacrificed that you could be saved
Suffer
By hand of gods you made
For it is written that their price would be paid

And in our frail condition
Our race would fade to black
It is of our volition
We gave what we could not take back
And in acts of contrition
We are further detached
From joys we’ve come to know
What lives we used to have

Suffer
No matter what you gave
For all you sacrificed that you could be saved
Suffer
By hand of gods you made
For it is written that their price would be paid