Majesty, I see through your golden throne
Like a glazing glass wall to your rightful arm
Oh how we praise these minor gods tonight?
Behold, I am Jerusalem
For I’ll play on a stage to no one
Never forgetting the scars of roads travelled
In the midst of the great one
In the fallen ages
Tragedy is now
Eating away at our souls
Mutilate with no remorse
For we bear such a catastrophe
What will these days bring forth my dear?
A land filled with blood-craving whores?
We are forever; we are immortal
Through our laws, this is final
This is final
All it takes to remember their reign
Greed, murder, and misanthropy