True belief in fiction

Dominate the weak

Free to choose the way of death

Fall on your knees and creep



Die with no remorse

Blind to different views

For all your reasons

To die for and to kill

Ain't strong enough

To be in a lifetime fulfilled



Paralysed and broken

Cries out of the dust

Out of new-born ruins

Shrouded under pain and tears

Crown the lost

Enthrone the dead

Run in circles

Through the curse of revenge

Do you see that matters change?



If there's a god - out there

A cause of chaos - and beauty

If we stand face to grace - naked and bare

Like a beast of pain and cruelty



If there's a higher state - anywhere

I am the ground:

What is a tree without roots

No more than a thought without any doubts



True belief in fiction

Dominate the weak

Free to choose the way of death

One last breath for the divinity



Die with no remorse

Blind to different views

If there's a way to seek

Fall on your knees and creep