As the strings of unconsciousness tie and untie And this bleeding requiem for the damnation of man goes unhithered Revelation shall dawn on the unkiltered masses Like dew on a fresh field Instilled by the essence of hope and fallacy A final shining moment in the palace of discord A wilting flower and a ravaged sky will be all that remains of A once proud and dignified consort A shrine to enslavement A ballast of depravity A lost soul searching through the mist of uncertainty Grasping for something to hold onto For it is the burden of he and his brothers to Suffer the past and plant the future The beginning dawns as the night falls back A ray of hope shines in the eyes of lambs As their mothers cry against the drifting night Scaring it away for just one more day Hoping that the scepter of power will once again Regain its flame Regain its flame Regain its flame