In hours of dusk; the golden thread the horizon reveals.
Day of the Child up in the sky; upon a land barren and wasted he stares down.
Life of the Air covering the land; his limbs shredded and leaves shaken.
Shadow of the Earth; mind set unto greed and sin the foundations devoured.
Hath not the Earth's green be, O' ones who proclaim intelligence?
Hath not ye of mind and matter, allow yonder lives perish away?
Hath not ye of compassion an mercy, begotten brethren and forsaken families?
Of twisted abominations and crisis of the World, it all is only the beginning.