Nostromo - Septentrion

I’ll name you Septentrion my son
And make you feel proud
Of what you’ve done
Make up your mind, what’s been said
Is already gone
Draging you down
Let your mind bloom as Persephone's

Riding on courage, serenity as a shield
Make your way through
To the Elysian fields
Impossible’s within reach
Just a few walls to breach
By using proper tools,
And not getting owned by fools

Part of the flock you’ll end as a meal
Frustration, how does it feel?
Aiming at stars that don't shine
For you
Only freezes you still

And still means dead
If you give out power
To those in charge
With the dead you’ll merge

Aim at the sun my son
For the left hand path is yours to take