Dusk on a dreary December day.
A brisk cool breeze blowing by the bay.

Billowing black smoke stacks, iron smelt.
Dull, dark, and disturbing a devil's deal is dealt.

Theres tremendous tension throughout this town.
Crisis, chaos, and confusion, these cretins crave a new crown.

Terrible tales of a titanic tragedy beset by the trinity.
Capture control through the calamity, and claim divinity.

A friendly face behind a false god.
Satan and his servant structured this falsetto of fraud.

The lord has left these lands.
Blood spilt stains our hands.

We're the arbiters to our own prosecution.
Awake and embrace your absolution....