Decent of a Once Benevolent Empire 가사

n this tropical utopia of concept decent is upon us Flames burning the frame horrendous The colors once vibrant deluded and bleeding through Through this malevolent mendacious coccoon Pooring onto the backs of the slaves who Stay digging their own graves In the clear waters democracy is purged Security juxtaposed to liberty is urged The deviant menopausal rule atavistically A totalitarian tyrany a progressive atrophy Pulses forth - further east west south and north The blind are the vulnerable to the epidemic This mantra is becoming epic A revolt however rides upon the wind Fueled by the enlightened who know the empire has sinned A recolution to subsidize subjective genocide to stunt the national self-perptuated suicide And the wind howls loud and harol These green tyrants we must discard A call to the sentient Sound the war cries, but rest tonight The war is waged at dawn