In the mist of the messes
A new breed was born
...
Like a soldier in blood
You know when they come
Their march will be loud
The last sound for some
While others stand proud
Breed!
Beyond humans evil
Creation of hate
A new take to humans
Beyond human height
Guts made with skin
Grin made of bones
It made him proud
Removing the clouds
Destend strive to blink with their eyes
Potential to grow beyond any scale
Without any colors to ruin its face
To conquer and win with all its grace
You know when they come
Their march will be loud
The last sound for some
While others stand proud
Beyond humans evil
Creation of time
A new take to human
Beyond human height
No need to wander
No need to explain
...
A new take to life