Was it tomorrow
Or will it be yesterday
When abolished, rotten instincts
For the last time be awake
Malice slander and hate
Will rule ignorant heart

Agressor
Final chapter's yet unwritten
But the trail leads toward greed
Who will be the traitor
How many all of them
Ruthless is the creation
Created through pale ages

Duplicated in confusion
Horizons of black fire
Thorns in the chosen's eye
Stench of false hails,
Decline of all thrones
Perception can survive

Was it still tomorrow
Yet will be yesterday
When abolished, rotten instincts
The last time the ruling minds
Then eternal surface
The future remains the past