Feel the frothing blood of souls,
Taste the melting rhyme.
Sing a boring song of intrigue
The norms of this new time.
Be whomever you would be
See reoccurring heights
Hear angelic symphonies darken
And witness the blissful sights...
People screaming, running in fear
Anticipating a new sun
Cry a good old battle song
Into the sky we've won.
See, the forests now are quaking.
Rocks are shattering, faces shaking
I alone know this is true...
Not only, no, for you...
No, this will not be your end
You will die on sorry bend,
I feel nothing for your fate...
Nothing...not even hate.
