The Spellweaver Lyrics

Said the weaver to the crowd:
“Who said you're free?
Underneath the sky we’re all
down for the count”

Calling on the underdog
He’ll disagree
Still he's coughing in the dust:
"We must go free!"

Weaver of solace, keeper of wealth
Of course he will never outdo himself

Said the ringer of the doom:
"None will diverge!"
This is not about your will
Only the kill"

Said the piper by his wand:
"Settle on down!
Hear the music, take no aim
Don't leave our town!"

Weaver of solace, keeper of wealth
Of course he will never outdo himself
Reach for his level, talk by his bell
Take on his throne and break down his spell

Now in days of doom the force of symbols in the dawn
shows them just how much you care,
though not what you can spawn
Stay within the spell or make your living well

Merry men and women dance to hymns of fiddlers free
out of superstructural webs of discontent agreed
You don't need no land and they don't need your hand