And it all starts again on that silent
night at the hour of late,
birds of prey roam the darkened sky for
the kill and vulchers await,
hail thy might, madness of the gods
wrath on the challengers of their own fate,
thus sons of Adam at paradise lost,
tyrants and slaves who exchange their state,
captives of lights that shines only on
who holds the keys to the pearly gate.
