Salt of the Earth

The teeth of lions sown by the wind
 Spurned by the salt of the
 Earth's fallow and barren skin
 Find fertile ground in me
 Rains of red poppies
 Burst from the blue
 Fireflies and harpies
 Beat their wings anew
 The wine from man's fountains
 Imparts courage to implore
 "Gods, step down from your mountains
 Fish, rise up from the shore"
 For kings are few and we are legion
 Flood the borders between all regions
 No blood spills blue torn from its vein
 All dissolves into the grain
 Incite the erosion of sleeping giants
 So their slumber may forever last
 Their lies a fading rememberance of science past
 Rise, rise, rise, kill
 Seeds of revolution
 Sprout forests of stone
 The bricks of toppled castles
 Build me my palace
 Mortared with sweat from your brow
 The crops reaped by my vassals
 Feed only my malice
 My hearth burns with golden boughs
 Sea, land and air all fall to my glory
 May the earth bear my legacy
 But time knows no human deeds
 As nature knows no caste
 The winds sow forests of weeds
 On graves of tyrants past