His eyes translate an
Uncontrollable fury
His dislocation jaw
Grows in a groan
He moves only at
Insanity's request
When the hope of a
Victory becomes dismal
The wisdomless man
Exhausts himself
Hiding in his den
He cooks his fears
But time and time again
He pa**ively observes
The collective slaughter
Always the same principle
A mortal lack of confidence
He doubts about the nature
Of his instinct
Disguise your thoughts
And implore the fury
Kneel down before
The altar of light