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 d**h 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