So you think you can walk all the way to the valley? Wipe yourself off with the wings of an angel? Reap all the gains with a greedy tongue, Waste it all in vain.
Don't you feel you've been trusted with lives of the many? Not bringers of imprint or soldiers of fortune? Washing your hands forcing demands, Rub till your bones display.
Intrepidly minded, Incredibly gifted, All eyes are upon you, I hope you feel it when you sleep. Uncommonly viscous, From up in your tower you cast an eye, This weight on the strong backs of men, Will chase the sun out of the sky.
There's a line you can't cross to get into the valley, There is no touching the wings of an angel, Was it of worth at the end of days, Treason song, Here with all freedoms gone, Treason song they say.
