As darkness falls, the huge towers casts tall shadows in the moonlight. The metal and concrete facades, which emphasizes an unsurpa**ed might, radiates an eerie atmosphere that chills you to the bone. In the shadows of all this wealth the indigent seek shelter from the pour. With the preachers' words still in mind, their hope gives them the strength to carry on. Among these Eron walks, and sees he's got work to do.
The cold darkness Chills my peaceful soul As I wander determined Through the city streets The succulent air It reeks of d**h The stench of sh** So awful foul The doleful inhabitants Are mere puppets Taught to obediently serve The glorious emperor His sick greed For the ultimate power Infects all life Preventing its purpose