Holding her throat, it wont take long
Soon her flowers will wither forgotten
The clouds are moving fast
The skies will soon erupt
Stagnant beliefs will be laid to rest
As the gods themselves tremble
Horn of the nurturer will fall
And her fruit will rot
There are no crimes,
Only actions
And I have committed nothing
And will Carry the consequences
Where there is a master
There is a slave
The clouds are moving fast
A storm coming
Carve your own path
In to the tree of life
Don't use the road
Raped by the weakened mind
The journey will go on
Oh, what a price to pay
But the price to pay
Is indifferent
The clouds are moving fast
The sky is erupting
Morality is dead
I am my own master
The values of old
Do not exist anymore
Hope is weakness
Where man dwells
Above this filth
I won't bow rule divine