Wise Dragon - Wydrise

Wise Dragon - copyright

In towers tall and cities grey,
I walk the path of fear each day.
A cog within a dying wheel,
No time to speak, no time to feel.

The glassy eyes, the glowing screen,
A silent god with face unseen.
It feeds me lies and names them truth,
It robs the fire of my youth.

But deep inside, a voice remains,
It screams against these rusted chains!

RISE! Through the fire and steel!
RISE! Break the lies they seal!
No more chains, no more pain,
I rise again! I rise again!

The golden coins, they fill my hand,
But leave me cold in barren land.
No soul, no heart, just hollow fame,
The more I gain, the more I blame.

A thousand masks, I wore them well,
Each one a key to my own hell.
But now the mirror starts to crack,
And truth is clawing its way back.

I feel the burn, I feel the call,
I'll break the screen, I'll break the wall!

RISE! Through the fire and steel!
RISE! Break the lies they seal!
No more chains, no more pain,
I rise again! I rise again!

Bound to the grind, lost in the haze,
Dreaming in dark, forgetting the blaze.
But light returns — I see the spark!
A flame ignites within the dark!

RISE! Let the heavens hear!
RISE! Let the tyrants fear!
No more chains, no more pain,
I rise again!
I RISE... AGAIN!