Behold! Chaos is here
Tranquility is lost
But this is not the dawn of making
This is the dawn of the end...
Be it so that another man rise
From the ashes of the old
Keep in mind that whatever he promised
His legacy won't turn to gold...
Pay no attention, not at all,
To the people that hope
Their souls won't be sold,
Put your trust in no one,
But the prophets of the Fall
At peace for a while,
No more rules to break or bend,
Remember the dawn of the making
Before the dawn of the end...
