The parchment of my flesh must break   The winter winds my soul doth take   And all beneath the heavens lies in peace   A world will form and fade away   The crystal dawn of the final day   Breaks upon the shores of death's release      Bring me my flesh and blood   On land, the sky, the sea   And light a raging fire upon the hearth   Gather round 'neath the cloak of time   And drink a toast to these   Our final days upon this earth      We made the deserts from the gardens of our youth   We spewed our blackened hearts into the sea   Through darkened skies and poisoned clouds   We blindly grope for truth   We couldn't see the forest for the trees      To my wretched son I leave this gun   To slaughter all your race   For this, the beast you have become   I have no longer taste   And daughter fair with burning hair   The swamp of life be thine   And watch as e'en the great will mate   With the lowliest of swine   To breed the sons, the greed and scum   Of this your ravaged land   All my estates, both small and great   Shall fall beneath your hand