Methusalem

Hold the fates of zion.
Keep all the rage with fire, and hold them up.
Drink the curse of father, and wake the sun.
Look them straight in the eye!
Fallen!
Open the gates of hell.
Release the hatred spear, and burn them all.
Arrow the burning whale, and kill the sun.
And look me straight in the eye!
Fallen!

Rise up. Rise up. Rise up. Rise up.

Hide them from the fog. Last one to find.
Stars from above. Tell me now how should i die?

Hail the empire, hang the liar.