Was it tomorrow Or will it be yesterday When abolished, rotten instincts For the last time be awake Malice slander and hate Will rule ignorant heart
Agressor Final chapter's yet unwritten But the trail leads toward greed Who will be the traitor How many all of them Ruthless is the creation Created through pale ages
Duplicated in confusion Horizons of black fire Thorns in the chosen's eye Stench of false hails, Decline of all thrones Perception can survive
Was it still tomorrow Yet will be yesterday When abolished, rotten instincts The last time the ruling minds Then eternal surface The future remains the past
