I stand before thee, gods of all prestinefor flock of tyrants, who know not thy pathcome forth to see, all things to be seennow know the presence, and choose thy wrathcome now in needed timecome now in sweeping vengeanceI demand as I stand before youcleanse this worlds decayI demand to know the light of a promised landI demand to see this corrosion wiped awayand the slithering beginsas the shell of men crawl weepingand as the light of dawn is growingand with the winds that are blowingthe realization sets inthat the ways of the shallow emptyhave brought it downthe final truth has comethe winds that are blowingshall bring it downto the ways of your worthless life