This is track number three from our newest album, Ministers of Mind. It's low key and melodic, but we wouldn't define it as a ballad.
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Sword don’t fit
Your purple eyes’ like a butterfly
Give them time and they will glow
In time you will get your reward
Until then my friend; lay low
I can read you many poems
Share the thoughts of other men
But for now you must stay silent
Try to speak well at the end
And in stone it will be written
Every word you try to speak
And you know that you’ll be strong
And you know you can not be weak
Then you will get the answer
And true will be your word
So step of if unwilling
If the sword don’t fit you hand
Then you are not our savoir
Then you are not our man
Every man will try to follow
And every women will pray
(A place) in stone will be written
Every word you say
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