When I look down on this world ( my people )
From this place Akshara ( Artoga ) of the mid-guard
Serpent
I feel such pity......
For my ( our ) saviour ( messiah 0 is such destroyed
And your king, shackled and silenced.......
There be only doom.....pain and disease
...When shall we ( or could we ever? )
Rise again
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
