• A masterpiece is destroyed,
    A nation torn apart,
    By those who wish to unify all,
    Beneath their feet

    Latch onto the backs of the population,
    So graceful and free,
    And deaf to the motto,
    'Thou shalt cover your Eyes,
    And Trust in thee.'

    Spines are hung up in a divine line,
    With blood dripping,
    Off onto my hands.
    Their sins are revealed to me,
    Written out as I am.

    And even our drummer boy Couldn't match,
    The gallops of the Earth,
    When he was caught red handed,
    With stakes in his skin.
    And even the Sun died divinely,
    Amongst the stars,
    With the Earth burning Passionately,
    In his arms.

    Morale is the first to fall,
    When mentality develops scars,
    So stumble forth,
    With water below your head,
    And above your faith,
    And chains on your arms,
    And cement on your feet.

    But remember to hold my hand,
    As drowning is a group effort.
    Yet only a few enjoy the comfort,
    Of their lives being dragged away,
    By the waves.

    Steal the Souls,
    And burn them,
    Save your skin from being taken within,
    As a sacrifice for your own cause,
    Burn all that we once were,
    And all we will ever be.