An uprising empire ruled by the antithesis of tolerance,
thousands of doomed, empty animas bound to the tyrant's will.
The sand castle is raised: the sand castle must be brought down.
With insincerity they led their so called brotherhood to an undesired slaughter.
With insincerity they led their so called supremacy right at our feet. Who will protect their beloved families when our vengeance unleashes? The hangmen implore for amnesty as their lives depend on a mere trigger pull.
At this point of my journey I can't discern between mercy and scorn; place
your bets, let's play roulette with my heart as the croupier. Will this be the
time for the final retaliation or will my pride submit to my regret once again?
To the rhythm of another song about honor and purity, I close my eyes and
trust the righteousness of He who holds the fairest perception. (And so, the most important decision was taken in the smallest of times. The curtain of obliviousness surrounded the scene; a gunshot in the dark...). [So you led out your disdain and shed the blood of the innocent]
Make them perish. Today I will avenge our fallen. {Today I will avenge our fallen and
there will be no sunrise for you}. Please, forgive me. Redeem me from all my sins, for I will bring peace at last... after the rivers run red.