The root of destruction is submission
Any of the various lights
and carriages
Standing poised, Distressing Discretion
The thin lines of life disturbed by the sights
of the portent things to come
We must not surrender, we must overcome
War is the end of the end
It's the scissor, clipping the umbilical cord
Of life, we must not submit and pretend
We must set our destiny, become our own lord
Destroy the creature at it's larval form
Before it runs amok and hope is torn
and your life is filled with scorn
and therefore
the root of destruction is war