As of now, mediocrity blesses the preponderant

Mediocre breath, instilling hate among conduits

Kings Of Cold retire above settled dust

I've cut open veins, proceed as discussed

Giveth and Take, as per requested

With hands of the few, in slaves they invested

Learnt the indolent are cypher and rotten

So it is, so it shall never be forgotten

Dangerous conceptions, kingdoms to subvert

Afflictions of visions, past dust returns to dirt

Shall solid ground and blood, fuel hearts of pitiful prison

Will Kings proceed to take as much as they have given

An hour of Gaia, her children waste not precision

Meat turns to Metal, chosen salt for provision

One heart, One globe, One circle in turn

Fleeing royals the weak can discern

Mediocrity blesses such vengeful affairs

For Kings of Cold, we bless them with squares