On the might of kings and captains   on the eyes of midnight watchmen    I know my hatred is perfect for the culprit who deserves it    Dead meat against your broken bones   thrown in a ditch to die alone   But there is no dream worth pursuing when there is no body embracing and there is no war worth fighting when there is no blood worth spilling   I know my hatred is pure for the new recruit   impostors on the fast track to public execution   beggars formally unite   but your pleas are ineffective   And if you ever come back    Beautiful incarnation   I'll lie down at your feet and accept my punishment   You better save yourself