Wingless

Eternal Father, last Sunborn,

We sail through the stars.

Building temples in your name,

Constructing them to last.

We're here to do your bidding,

Mortal servants, without wings.

Here to pray, find absolution,

Battle, sail, sing.

Kluex, your children call to you,

The mortal realm is filled with foes.

Other races vie with us,

To the heavens we must go.

Please take mercy, God of Aether,

We want our wings to fly.

Don't want to be among the Groundless,

We want to touch the sky.

We give hymns and we give praise,

Yet silent, you are still.

Perhaps our words fall on deaf ears,

Our bird cries and our shrills.

Or perhaps you don't exist,

Perhaps our future's the stars.

Perhaps you seek to watch us squirm,

Or you're a relic of the past.

The galaxy becomes our nest,

So Winged God, the move is yours.

Come to us and give redemption,

Or we'll take back our fate by force.