Текст песни
Blue colored rain in
[The land of ruins and plague]
That afternoon
Drown in the gray sky, gears spin
Between the streets
An orphan is robbing
When death awaits you
What matters is not dying from starve
An apple, by poison of necessity
The crowd runs furious
The army is
Against a child
When death awaits you
At the corner, I wonder
What's the kind of life
You'll have given a second chance?
Crying, a scared child, and
Speechless, the army has stopped
A man is standing
Between both of them
Screaming and yelling
"Get out of the way or regret"
Crossing paths, "Oh young boy
Let's get out of here"
From a pocket, an artifact
"Don't anger the gods, heretic"
In the hand of man, a weapon
Witchcraft, and is raining metal
Escaping, a young boy and man
In the depths of blue, a workshop
Abandoned, only books and a boy
With knowledge, what life can you make?
Beggars can't be choosers
I am the boy that screams for more
This misery town, who tore me down
Will now be the throne of a new god
You wonder now
What it takes to make up
And what it feels to wake up
Even this land of filth
Will see the wonders
Of having knowledge thrown to your hands
As you see
Beggars can't be choosers
I am the boy who broke the mold
In misery grown, and cursed by [God]
Yet fighting to reach the dreams I hold
I wonder now
What it means to stand up
And what it gives to take all
Even this fool of me
Won't dare deny how bright it looks
The future that holds making [Leviathan]
Beggars can't be choosers
I am the man that strives for more