Gather in circles to collect the wings of the fallen
On our mother's ground they were abandoned
And here they have lied untouched for centuries
These are the only remains of the havoc we created
For all those so full of wishes still
In the wake of their dreams to become reality
And the uncoutable possibilities these hope posses
Please cover you up with patience and utter excitement
I will return for one last time
To place my hands upon your heavy shoulders
And invite you to proceed in this final march of honour
Through the portals of the temple where within it's four walls
Every breath means the ultimate hypocrisy
And degradation of our time of history that has passed
Now the hour of judgement is at hand!
It is time to rip the mask from the face of the master race
How come you throughout your life have
Denied the importance of the forefather's struggle?
Why do you laugh at the honest effort they did stake forth?
By... the intention of creating a warthy existence
For you to continue to develop
Why does it seem to me that we have all taken a step back?
Speculations in the dark corners of human nature
You shout, and brush aside this as irrational by the evidence
That the powers we are in charge of, both negative and posotive
Have to be utilised to their full extent
Such does life appear in order not to die
In a state of mind where personal stagnation in the matter
To leave the earth by the images of such a scenery
You say, you will not indulge to anyone
The silence you feel this void called living has lead youto
View this at nothing but a test of the susceptibility of your individuality
Only the ones aware there is something greater in store for them
Shall be given the right to speak
Their voices shall unite with the voices of kings
To herald the return of the mother of conviction
In celebration of this moment all those who claim themselves believers
Can see then have been held as fools for a 1000 years
Held to rest by the grip of a faith that preaches
Values of insignificance and depression
Now they can experience that in the countenance of their idol
They have been looked upon upon as spreaders of plague and misery
Which will spin on to the day of their termination
The masses considered worthless
Shall bring their acts together
So that the oppressors shall be hurted down
And no mercy will be given
To find out you have been nothing
But a test of fame and fortune for others
Surely can tear you apart
The tongue warning against
Believe to have an answer to it all
But when all else fails and you are not prepared
How can you stand the last fall?