Hatred - My staff of life Lost At a forlorn site, at an island called -I- Have lost my hope All I see are creatures Unfortunate and ludicrous Pride Comes before the fall Prepare to lick soil from our walls See my smile We all believe ourselves to be the chosen ones The true and only descendants of the sun Megalomania is the scourge of our time When will you join the army of the blind? Arrogance - Inanity Virtues of our time, straw of the blind SELECTION of IMPERFECTION All I see Is a galaxy of self-Righteous humanity Pride Comes before the fall Prepare to lick soil from our walls See my smile We all believe ourselves to be the chosen ones The true and only descendants of the sun Megalomania is the scourge of our time When will you join the army of the blind? Open your eyes to outrun the blind The descendants of the sun Arrogance - Pride - Greed those are the virtues of our time What will Remain when the gloss has gone Was it really enough to rise atop Atop all others, descendant of the sun Remember this: "Pride comes before the fall" The true and only descendants of the sun When will you join the army of blind?