...Leads to Utopia/The Old Man's Dream

A beast swept with passion

For one of them who inhaled

His shadow

Who flung away from the sanity

That carried her all the way

The sadist has installed demise

A laughter leapt from here

The cataclysm tides where the

Devil rides his carnage

A wind flew strong upon my hair

That told me this is finally her death

The storm of dust, made by human ash

And structures are found

The flames have scorched all remains

Apocalypse, the slaughter's realm

Come dragon...it has drank it all