Descarte's Wrath

There is an unknown rhythm in the Universe
 rhythm that binds all things
 And the one who deviates
 Will be insane, will be cursed... 

 [Descarte:]
 "I revolt at the sight of these creatures
 But no one will avoid chastisement
 My wrath now governs my body
 Their deeds are an insult to the king"

 Their future was preordained
 And their hybrids will now turn against them
 Like a bolt

 [Descarte:]
 "Who are you men? Why you think you worth more than a worm?"
 "Disgusting men, you live in shame
 You can't see more than your eyes
 Your only concern is your damned vanity
 Try to flutter your wings and you'll fall
 Consigned to your delusions, you have shaped a world where you are the only King"

 "Who are you men? Why you think you worth more than a worm?"

 The throne is wreathed in mist
 This wisdom's Mathusaleh
 His attitude would soon change
 His Love has turned to Wrath

 The Empire of Mind has failed
 Their hybrids will now turn against them
 Descarte's deadliest wrath
 Would descend upon them