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.