The Inexorable Lyrics

Into The Moat The Inexorable

Awaken into sin
The gods of old would consume
With the fires of the south
And the winds of the north
Shake your first and stare onward
None will cultivate that which is
Show me doom and greet death with malice
End has no meaning, deathless is my way
Frow immune to weakness
That, to give is no longer my place
That, to take, have it all
Don't decline my deeds
I lose only at my own hand
Attempts of aptness fall from their place
For virtue and ambition are one but not the same