Long have I suffered Long have I been forced Blinded by their faith Laughter resounds no more
I am the son of the ancient breed I do not pity life I follow not pathetic order I am the realm of absurdity Resistant to their conscience Free of their constant pain I was born in the flames
Long did they hope That my logic would save them at last Long did I know That I would watch them die
While harvesting their fruits of their impotent threats They forgot the potency of the old independency Claiming my death would Change the way of existence Who, but me handled them? The weapons of hope
They turned safely into non-existence
I will break the chains I will slay the betrayers One last time The laughter shall resound