In the dead of the night
Where the shadows weep
The fate of their masters
Lie at their feet

Where the trees bear fruit
Of a sinister life
It is not the man who eats the fruit
But the animals that eat his remains that die

Where the crows sing
Their cacophony breaking the monotony of the night
Welcoming the unwelcome invaders
Sending chills down their spines

It is in this land
That I will be born
Let the angels scream in agony
Let the stork who brought me
Be torn
Limb by limb

In this land
I will rise and I will rule
In this land shall my son be born
Let him play with the skeletons of the dead
And let him
Crush
God