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