Blastatorium

All the galaxy is a stage And all the species merely players in this game They have their exits and their entrances One mans pain, in time, knows many Knows many layers At first the infant Screams with a battering of harmonies And then the lover With dreary eyes and pressed to find That which waits across the stars What will reside Then a soldier Remaining callous And then an army Remaining valiant Even in the mouth of the beast we reign supreme And then the justice Here in the graveyard of this civilizations dream At last the justice Lay waste in the Blastatorium Only one will rise in the Blastatorium Lay waste in the Blastatorium Only one will rise from the Blastatorium