As i went along to proclaim peace,
I was astonished by the look on their faces,
The majesty had lost his touch,
Leaving the whole world in sorrow,
And all i had to do was to watch them wip in tears,
The darkest hour in our survival reign.

Yes, i heard stories,
Tales about humankind and naciccists,
About how one man fought but lost his breath in battle,
How armored, cavalries tanks burned to ashes,
And how horses became ghost riders in a blink of an eye,
The tales of the night.

And so back then blood was power,
A man's head symbolised another fool's strength. ...