I beseech thee great fire

For the children bare louder screams

They have more violent natures

Than you by any means.

Sounding their battle cry

They make thee tremble and howl

Away from the beasts you fly

How little you must feel now?

I beseech thee vast waters

The children can not be silenced

They have dangerous powers

Beyond belief

That would throw thyself off balance.

Sounding their battle cry

Causes thy feet to become dizzy

And thy mind to lose thy wits

As electricity clashes against the skies

Light becomes darker than the abyss.

I beseech thee whoaing winds

As ye mourn what most never dream

Of the bloodshed of an innocent child

In life a poor, restless thing.

Sounding a warrior's salute to bravery

With such a mighty passion

Knowing none would really save me

From being in such a dreadful fashion.

The traces lay upon the ground

Scattering swiftly like a serpent

All of the memories fading now

With such a powerful current.

For me to know that I'll always be waiting

A part becomes buried in the soil

As if it wasn't worth the slaying

My skin begins to boil.

Thyself I beseech thee

For thy wickedness hast become profound

Become lost in the void

For I wish thee not to be found

Get lost in all noise

And the many shallow voices around

Forever disappear

As ye eternally drown.