I am the creator of true will 



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