The aura of awe, the scent of glory, from a work finished with excellence
A shine around the globe, Earth is the mother Gaia, the Creator our father
We've waited for others to solve all problems, but we're those responsible
Destiny is calling, yet, with every advantage, we rely upon miserable fate
This life is the only one we will get, and many choose to celebrate excess
We must now recognize our transgressions, choosing the forgiven's path
Or we will follow our world, passing into the land of the dead, and dying
The Horsemen approach, in four distinct colors, let them not arrive
