Behold, the blink of an eye;
wrapped around their own sins, all humanity cries.
Hiding from the daylight, like some poison stirred,
lost in the folds of gold and glory,
none cares about the face in the blood they drink.

Every now and then, we go on and on;
upholding a flag for the lost and the fallen.
In the name of the Kings of eden, we shell a million heads;
Its no surprise ,
humanity's freedom was the Devil's greatest prize.