We are the cogs which make the great wheel spinWe hold the strings tied to the marionetteWhere pacts are drawn, we are the ink upon the parchmentWhere ships set sail, we are the wind upon their mastsWhere kings are made, ours are the hands holding the crownWe seek no gloryWe hold no oathsWe take what is oursWe are the... [click here for more]