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.