On the axis of the killing fields of Judas
Into the void of juxtapositioned emptiness
My kingdoms are for the few
As in beauty are for the few
I know the future the past has evaporated
Exhibit the beast of pale complexion
The war of a millennia has passed away
Colder is the sun that fades in the distant
Brighter the bloodsword running red
Inside your mind there is a battleship
The snugness penetrate your being
As if your whole life is being erased
By intoxication of some stranger's eye
For i am the way
Your painful exclusion
From past morals
Your future's contractual designer
