Now the path that you have chosen
It was never meant to be
So I claim this world for reason and its rightful destiny
For the burden lies upon me to bestow our suffering
On the orderly projections of this ill-begotten king

For this might and this marauder, it seems to me in vain
To believe your wretched dogma and the centuries of pain
And your weapons and your witchery, they are but quite absurd
As the words you all have spoken now reveal a voice unheard

The pangs of reconstruction for he who so denies
Time’s solemn warning that a new dawn will arise
Archpriests and commoners, we are all but men
Toiling in fields that we can’t comprehend

Fighting our fears in the sky
Wasted, a dark battle cry
Ages decreeing your soul’s agony