Its progress has no limits And neither do the eyes Of the subterranen cynic The one who must hide For all this time He has chosen a war path He will end its greed Feeling beings feeling Nothing I will set its limit For my future has no home The snake is in the garden I go on alone I'm in its yesterdays I've seen it rise Escaped by thinking twice I live so it must die I'm the mystic I'm the one I'm the seasons it's the sun I'm the moon you're its need I will make it bleed I'm the moon it is the sun I'll eclipse all that it's done I'll bring renewal through destruction I will make it see This is a warning of no compromise The arrogant will be made humble The ignorant will be made wise