Imaginary world within;
a dream of furred and feathered kin.
With twisted flesh you shape the sin
of wild desires beneath your skin.
Escape the chains, your soul they bind;
the world that ties to stones that grind.
Your mask, the lie of man, behind.
Your spirit wild, untamed you find.
A prison true of stone and nail.
doth trap the heart beneath it's veil
yet through it's cracks is heard it's wail;
the force of truth, it must prevail.
The spirit soars yet without tire
through skys made thick with breath of fire;
their blood red hue their tale tells dire
when through them pierce creation's pyre.
The strength of gods who nature ties;
beneath the scum of man it lies.
The ancient empire; man's demise,
that with on earth again will rise.
His fate, concieted soul does mill.
He spears his heart by his own will.
The noble beast he strives to kill,
will rend his flesh; his blood will spill.
Yon feral spirit, rise and go;
with tooth and claw destroy your foe
Your rightfull throne again you'll know;
once more, your brutal beauty show.