Restore Our Kingdom

Behind the bloody gears, lies the mechanism of decay,
 moving the wheels of misery, tying the rope around
 their fragile necks. They dug their own graves, prematu-
 re burial of this creation. The fake face of empathy, for-
 tune takes its choice, the new era should begin. Order fi-
 nally lies in our hands, the blood of the weak has spread
 on the ground. We will create a new being that will su
 rrender to our volition until they become like the crevi-
 ces in our hands. Not even the spirit of the most warlike
 king could keep his throne standing up. The error of
 creation has been torn apart from the tree of life. I have
 recovered destiny, shattering their throats, taking breath
 away from the last one of them that remained groaning,
 even the deceased have thanked perishing before our
 arrival. Gambling with their faith to be saved by their
 lord, the decline of all human form is here, just below,
 surrounded by dust. We were just hidden witnesses, of a
 degradation of life. Human remains will rise with us to
 give an answer to our miscalculations, time will reveal a
 new race, melting away the past of this unholy creatures.
 Coming back home, we'll be touched by the memory of
 of
 the fall o our sons, the void will be superseded with the
 birth of a new race.