These hands laid waste the forests
Blessed only at the dawn of an age
They sent countless men to mines and their deaths
Mankind embraced my reign
All comforts now begin with my power
Their lives lie in my rage
Abstractions gain the fruits of their honor
Yet tis my guise that lets them pray
And while I build them up I will tear them down
Cut the head off the snake and watch the rest fall Thoughtlessly to the ground
I am the third revelation
Born of blood a self-made god
The silent tyrant of a worthless nation
You came to me a mindless knave
Filled to the brim with nothing in hand
Demand of your maker another scrap
I'll kill you where you stand
