this is the second part of a story i'm attempting to tell through song--so you may want to check out pt. I Here .

my old friend, thought you should know
we've been below, watching you grow.
a seed planted all alone with care
heeds a vigil for the crop it bears
and i? i saw this coming.

every day, i lay in wait
i pine for you to make your mistake.
the grandeur of the mission you have embraced
is the very tongue that has sealed your fate.
now i...i can almost taste it.

i'm shackled up by a weakening cuff.
i fight with fire, and flames are enough.
what they can forge, they can surely defeat
i'll sound the call, i'll get my warriors their feet.
and you? you won't be ready.