Betrayal of a GiantThe birth of a God, Drawing a path of saffron jewels and nymphs,covering the bloody land unfolding under his feet,The static pulse of cheering in his ears,Those who feared and hid for so long,Pounding in his chest as he celebrates,As he rejoices for his well deserved faithLet if evolve, let it prayThen let it burn, let it dragThe birth of a tyrant,The one who carried their world on his shoulders,Adored for a day, massacred the next,Sincerely believing in the flames of their eyes,The praises they sang for his simple breathsCrushed under their unworthy, viscous words,Stabbed by the arrogance of their thirst.The d
André.