Underneath the new born sun, Man and beast rejoice as one, They cast aside their age-old kings, Smash their chains and spread their wings.
Their seed corrupt, their lies undone. The final fall - man s will be done. They torch the sky and rape the land, And plead for truth with blood-stained hands.
Mark their reign with greed and fear, As justice calls to deafened ears, Their twisted dreams bring forth the day. A world of ash, and slow decay.
Underneath the blackened sun, The final battle fought and won. Mankind claims their just reward, And chaos sounds the final chord