[Lyric] To Take Up the Cross When Through It You Can Win a Kingdom (Latitude Egress)

Impeccable cross of my kin!
It was I that had rammed you into the barren ground
We shaped our flags from rags, now stuck atop the iron mark
Rags, once bandages, produced from infected wounds
'Twas the march that had taken from us all and given unto us everything

Persistent cannons of the war!
Oh, how you litter our path, costly as you were
Your weight has taken our strength
We shall return as the delicate beggars we are
In this very moment, the ones, the conquerors

To take up thе cross when through it you can win a kingdom
Oh delicate spiral, thе one down the windy slopes in Lucifer's chains

Grand takers of cities!
Steady, slithering snakes, the shaking hands covered in grime and fuel
Those used to masturbate upon this very soil
Oh, have they lain upon the pulsating clitoris of time
Yes is it but the price we pay that is our very essence of the blessing?
Oh, abandoned lands afar!
We, the takers, have withdrawn
From you, left with but a cross driven into your ground
From you, knowing not more of us than we ourselves

To take up the cross when through it you can win a kingdom
Oh delicate spiral, the one down the windy slopes in Lucifer's chains