There's old stories about gods and men, past history, into myth
Where the gods, they're like children... petulant, cruel
They didn't know why they were there, what had led to that point
Their names, like serpents devouring themselves, cannibalizing their own thoughts
When all seemed lost, thought it was the end
My anger gave me strength to ask them my last question
"Who are you, that do not know your history?"
And they awoke, for a short time
And when they woke up, it was like all of history waking up at once
They told me what lies in the heart of the Divide, what can be found there
There's something hidden there, history's there
No matter how far you walk, can't escape what's been done
It can happen again, it will keep happening
Different view, same madness, there's no turning back
If you're hearing this, my message is this
And the words to awaken it, and the one to speak them
The sequence has begun, just as before
Fire will rain on the West and the East, as intended
The last words of its messenger, were not for the people of the city
But lies and deceit, they deserve what comes
They deserved what comes and should answer for it
Their silhouettes blasted into the ground and earth
There is nothing more to be dug from these cracks in the earth
No more fury to be torn from its sky
That history has been written, its lessons learned
The last word of the last of the Twisted Hairs
Butcher, monster, the dead men of the new world
There is no way to stop them
Fear
Anger
Flesh and spirit
It is enough
It will falter, collapse
Remnants, pieces of them
Nothing more, nothing, but lies
Kill them, destroy it all
Justice of a sort
Beg for mercy
Gone
If war doesn't change, men must change
And so must their symbols
They were born for war, they run to it, hungry for battle
Yet their hunger is to be a part of history, they defiled it
Their way of seeing the roads they walk
Dead-ends, empty, the destruction that has been wrought
Without it, it falters, dies in the dust
Through blood, silence and fire
It was like God was speaking through me
Use the night, storm, sky, disease
Fire, starvation and the violence of the ignorant to ruin all who could
To change their words to pleas, to screams