Unrelenting, their endevour to rule lives
Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more
Narrow minded mercenaries, slave traders, soul collectors
Send a promise of destruction to those who will not kneel
Derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubts
But there are so many things I hold beyond their reach
The doom you promised me may come, Im not afraid
You cannot save me
I am the counterweight
No need to save me; for I am the counterweight
And I will grieve no more, I will die no more


Enrico,