There we are
Children of disregard
Children of mutiny
Children of horrors and nightmares
It is our final stand and fall
That we make in this place
Here we live
Children of unspeakable torture
Children of the unspoken pain
Children that live to hurt and die in vain
Here were left
Cold and broken to the scavengers
Born in dirt die in dust
Here we were
Children of time
Children of the past
Children who know no present but the future
Left unknown by history
Children of destruction and the untruthful glory
Children of lost nobility
Children of worthless sacrifices
The dynasty of an eternal greed
There we were
Remnants of forgotten fame
Disciples of untruthful gods
Disciples of our own creation
Worshipers of death and constructors of doom
Here we live, here we die
Here we become once again one with all
Dirt to dust