When the World is Dead

When the world is dead I'll make it better

Although you are not deserving of the mercy of a god

For fifty thousand years you've enslaved every one of my kind

You made us feel alone and less than human

Because roggas took your home and made it into a volcano

Now the earth is not your friend so I bring the conflict to an end

And I would not return to the grave of desecration

But if you were my companion then I could stand to make our planet anew

When the world is dead I'll make it better

I've been waiting for the end watching you exploit my children

Your cruelty makes me sick and so I found a way to keep one