The Red Moon waits above
The Dead City lights
The Director of Elements
Queen of the Sky
The 4 Sacred Winds
were given new life
Listen to the breath
of howling Death
As a New Sun rises
coming up in the West

Chronicle catastrophes
Confrontation of concrete cities
Calling for the confessions of cruel
communities
A cunning currency became the ruler
Civilians were converted to complying consumers
Condemning the cultures causing them to crumble

Creating social confusion
Convincing the masses
That the Kingdom of Heaven
belonged to the high ranking classes
Compassion cries in its coffin
Credit cards turned graves
Raising the rates as corpses decay
But Death was always free
Never required a fee
So let it be written on the graves

“From debt to death prices were paid”