Myriad Lights - Golden Cell

How can the hearth of an half god
Remain pure when he touches the stars
When he concentrates in his hands
The fire of the sun
Protect us with your iron fist
We live because you decided it
A mortal in your presence
Is just a loser an unfit

You won't stop till the infested lands
Will be reduced to dunes of sand
Till you'll have killed them to the last
Their world will be turned into dust

Fighting in his holy name
Glory and death will be the same
Millions of pathetic lives
Won't be sacrificed in vain

You obtained an eternal life
As supreme emperor of man
Constricted in a baroque machine
A jail, a golden cell
In a world where the farest past
Was swept away by endless wars
You keep the mankind memories
Lost in dark ancient lore

You won't stop till the infested lands
Will be reduced to dunes of sand
Till you'll have killed them to the last
Their world will be turned into dust

Fighting in his holy name
Glory and death will be the same
Millions of pathetic lives
Won't be sacrificed in vain

Fighting in his holy name
Glory and death will be the same
Millions of pathetic lives
Won't be sacrificed in vain