"I call free the one who hopes for nothing and fears nothing."
— Democritus

Forget your hopes, cast fear aside,
Descend where rotting flames abide.
Break all that binds—no cause to kneel,
Or else you’re mad, a worm of steel.

True freedom’s goal may stay unclaimed,
Yet in the fight, your soul remains.
Submit, and you’ll be lost again—
This hell still thirsts for shackled men.

But storms will tear this world apart,
Its madness pushed beyond the mark.
A foolish realm in chains still proud,
While tyranny proclaims it loud.