[Lyric] The Golden Armor (Spectral Lore)

Guardian, anointed one
Truly you believe that the ways of liberation
And dominion do not overlap?

A savior he has been self-proclaimed
For he has walked off his palace
And waved his hand to the conquered

They were impressed by his shining armor and his sword
And what will these mean when he fights for them
And they praised you and they fed you and they loved you
But will you ever fight?

For the only thing you do is speak to the other dwellеrs in the palace
Words of judgment and spiritеd critique
But they have grown used to you and know that you will never leave
As do the people, yet their few hopes cannot relinquish

They say "it is important for these words to be uttered inside a palace!"
As if the lords will be convinced to lay waste on their own claim
Woe betide to those that avert their eyes
From their internal discrepancy

Accept your falseness and your smallness
Relinquish the shining that has been given to you by birth
Suffer the wrath of those you used and let down
Υοu do not represent anyone but yourself

And Cast them Into the Pyre

Arise then, Ksatriya-Without-Caste
Pick up your weapons and remember
One must fall to attain true wisdom