Cleansing The Tainted Face Of Reason

When reason is dead and the fools are made kings

The wind will decline and the trees will stop singing

When balance is lost and silence is gold

Not much will remain of the truth that we told

When love is condemned and weakness is might

Then lonesome are we who succumb to the delight

When yielding is just and vassals adored

Then life will decline to upsurge no more

When pleasure and sorrow are pledged to be wed

The sun and the moon will descend to be dead

When falsehood is honored for tainting truth

The ending is near and our lives destitute

When comfort has died to leave room for remorse

Then hope is forlorn both with kingdom and horse

But facing the end with a grin and a sword

Injustice will part to the sound of discord