The earth turns her inside out
To destroy what she created.
Mankind the incarnation of perfection,
Shaped by gods almighty hands,
Now seizes the ground,
Exploits mother nature to gain a brick of coal,
A block of wood,
A piece of gold.
But is it worth to pay a price
Higher than a billion dollars
For just a lifetime of luxury?
Are one hundred years of wind, rain and fire
Less valuable than a wooden floor?
"The boundary line is crossed,
It was a small step for a men,
But a huge step for mankind."
The blood of a mother has been she'd
By her own children,
The ground is soaked with blood,
The retaliation of innocence:
A storm for each fallen tree,
A flood for each polluted sea,
A famine for each wasted grain.
1 | Eternity |
2 | Flower Of Malice |
3 | Valkyria |
4 | Funeral Feast |