Taking the field of battle
A philosopher king hides in the darkness
Right and wrong dwindle
When stomachs ache with hunger
Desire nothing when the mercenaries devour everything
Rise up to see the darkness before you
Take up everything
Give what we have inside us
The soul that brings us to life
With pain scathing our eyes
Till death makes us see
The tree of meaning
Judas was a wronged man
Just following orders.