... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand we are the rebel ones the individuals the ones that are not afraid to spit in the tyrant's face f** yeah! this means war! these mountains are the corpses of my brothers the ocean is the blood of my mother Earth this is what blind and mad usurper did create... hate!!! now i forge my sword can't wait to face the one and his legions of worms now I forge my sword this war must last forever, until the falls from his throne now I forge my sword dreaming of sweetest stench, stench of the dead god