There is an unknown rhythm in the Universe A rhythm that binds all things And the one who deviates Will be insane, will be cursed... "I revolt at the sight of these creatures but no one will avoid chastisement My wrath now governs my body Their deeds are an insult to the king" Their future was preordained And their hubris will now turn against them Like a bolt "Who are you men? Why you think you worth more than a worm?" "Disgusting men, you live in shame you can't see more than your eyes your only concern is your damned vanity Try to flutter your wings and you'll fall Consigned to your delusions You have shaped a world where you are the only King" "Who are you men? Why you think you worth more than a worm?" The throne is wreathed in mist This wisdom's Mathusaleh His attitude would soon change His Love has turned to Wrath The Empire of Mind has failed Their hubris will now turn against them Descarte's deadliest wrath would descend upon them