Mother, bring us balance. Lace the fields in fire. Create a new existence from the ash, to ashes to dust. Let's bring the world to its knees. I, as your son, have so much to offer. Scatter the dust, scatter the ashes. This Earth is our vessel. We shall bring peace through genocide. This treasure is a birth-given right to bear. With this sword by my side, I will never fall. This treasure is a birth-given right to bear. I grit my teeth through struggling to find a better world. With these hands I'll carve my bloodline into the dirt. With these hands, life springs. We are born again, perfected.