Wingless
Eternal Father, last Sunborn,
We sail through the stars.
Building temples in your name,
Constructing them to last.
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We're here to do your bidding,
Mortal servants, without wings.
Here to pray, find absolution,
Battle, sail, sing.
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Kluex, your children call to you,
The mortal realm is filled with foes.
Other races vie with us,
To the heavens we must go.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
