Underneath the new born sun, 

Man and beast rejoice as one, 

They cast aside their age-old kings, 

Smash their chains and spread their wings. 



Their seed corrupt, their lies undone. 

The final fall - man s will be done. 

They torch the sky and rape the land, 

And plead for truth with blood-stained hands. 



Mark their reign with greed and fear, 

As justice calls to deafened ears, 

Their twisted dreams bring forth the day. 

A world of ash, and slow decay. 



Underneath the blackened sun, 

The final battle fought and won. 

Mankind claims their just reward, 

And chaos sounds the final chord.