My name can be heard in the sound of rain;
It’s burned into the wall with Promethean fire.
I know a thousand kinds of pain,
And all of them begin with primal desire.
We were made for the muck and mire;
Born of blood and mortals souls.
Tested by water and then by fire;
Those for whom the bell ever tolls.
We rise with the sun and take arms against fate;
Our lives an unforgivable sin.
Of burdens past we bear the weight,
And fight a war we cannot win.
We fight for balance in the dark
Amid the clash of stick and stone;
Minds and hearts one but apart,
Our greatest beast to face alone.
Our time is then; our time is now,
Sand falling into the hourglass.
Our days are more than fate can allow;
A life only precious because it cannot last.
Born without claws I forged them of steel
And wrought a nation from the earth.
Between hammer and anvil my world was made,
And by this my sons will know their worth.
Drowning now beneath the sound
Of a million hearts that beat and pound,
I can taste the dust from whence I came,
But this world will always remember my name.