Come forth! Gleam in the east Dusk of a new day Appear and enlighten Uncover every blemish As rats chew on the cadaver of aeons As monuments wither beyond recognition Under the march of modern slavery Ground to dust, scattered in the winds The elegance of irony A sight to behold Hopefully, it enlightens other worlds Between light and dark Between recognition and obscurity Between oblivion and repression Certainty is lurking, waiting No hymns of praise will sound The yoke of silence will fall No light will come from the sun Bones to ashes, souls to dust Bring forth a son, his name be war His body be steel, his words falling bombs Bring forth a daughter, her name be famine Her gaze be drought, her touch spoiled harvest Bring forth a bastard, his name be pestilence His breath be plague, his semen be poison Bring forth the last child His name be carved in tombstones And his will be done