Iron Laurels, Woven in Rust Lyrics

Your Laurels are Brittle at Best
Ancient Weakness
Elusive yet real
Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields
As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn
So let their weak laurels rest on the weak pawns
As faded pages of pensive surety crumble in time
So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine
Such hock’s symbiosis weaves taciturn and fraught
And so their iron laurels are driven deeper in for naught
For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies’ last play
Brevities eternal maze
A tale of the Iron Laurels Woven in Rust
Your laurels are brittle at best Dear
Hear, Hear tepid souls!
Your wisdom far from old
Alas fools, fetid and cold
Flaccid truisms far from bold
Hear, Hear tepid souls!
Your wisdom far from old
Try and beguile your fates
So brittle upon 8-sided crates
Anachronoids!
Anachronoids!
Hear, Hear tepid souls!
Your wisdom isn’t so old !
Ancient Weakness, elusive yet real
Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields
For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies’ last play
Brevities eternal maze
As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn
So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine