I am the creator of true will      Long have I suffered   Long have I been forced   Blinded by their faith   Laughter resounds no more      I am the son of the ancient breed   I do not pity life   I follow not pathetic order   I am the realm of absurdity   Resistant to their conscience   Free of their constant pain   I was born in the flames      Long did they hope   That my logic would save them at last   Long did I know   That I would watch them die      While harvesting their fruits   Of their impotent threats   They forgot the potency   Of the old independency   Claiming my death would   Change the way of existence   Who, but me, handled them?   The weapons of hope      They turned safely into non-existence      I will break the chains   I will slay the betrayers   One last time   The laughter shall resound      I will break the chains   I will slayer the betrayers   One last time   The laughter shall resound      They turned safely into non-existence   They turned safely into non-existence   They turned safely into non-existence   They turned safely into non-existence