Rustatorium -

All the galaxy is a stage

And all the species merely players in this game

They have their exits and their entrances

One mans pain, in time, knows many layers

At first the infant

Screams with a battering of harmonies

And then the lover

With dreary eyes and pressed to find

That which waits across the stars

What will reside

Then a soldier

Remaining callous

And then an army

Remaining valiant

Even in the mouth of the beast we reign supreme

And then the justice

Here in the graveyard of this civilizations dream

At last the justice

Lay waste in the Rustatorium

Only one will rise from the Rustatorium

Lay waste

Only one will rise