The facts stand clear now
Man pretends he owns his creations
As we killed God
Our children destroy us
Created in his image
With power to create
We destroy own own father
And so our children carry on
Destroying their ancestors
What of our deeds will remain?
My children will wonder
Demons, Templars,
Wisps and broken souls.
In a land no longer human
The cold and void is your gift
Valhalla lost to our sons
Paradise lost to our daughters
The plains of our fathers
Lost to our children
Where angels and sins wander
In bitter contemplation
War is man.
Conflict and strife, our gifts
Life is nothing without pain.
And if my legacy of strife
Salvation is sought
Then the devil I shall be
In death do we find life
Glory in Despair.
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