Oh, it's not so simple as you're dreaming:
Blood for blood from morning unto evening?
That's the way the world has been since Midnight-
-lost, confused, and bloodied, 'cause we're mid-fight.

You ever question what'll happen, come the day we win?
What will this amount to, all this loathing, war, and sin?
Pure and simple, we're not fighting for the sake of blood-
It's Paradise - sweet Paradise - arising from the mud.

...I believe in Paradise, with every breath, in Paradise-
Every single shout and song, and every sacrifice
I believe in Paradise with body, mind, and soul
That's why I send souls below - to get us to our goal

Our goal is Paradise, eternal strife in Paradise
Why decide who keeps on living and who dies?
When we could all just spend our time
Fighting over ideology, strife, who's right, who lies-
-in Paradise.

We're all in pain, there's so much damage to repair
The best thing any one of us can do is prepare
To fight against the ones who'd make it worsen-
That's right, gotta kill 'em to a person first and

make

a

Paradise - a more tranquil kind of life
'cause good things come to those who aren't so blithe
as to let those things pass by! (Gotta try!)
Step by step, no room for your regret
Ever heard that you gotta be strong to get-
-along? (No time, no time to fret!)

And that's why I don't get along-
And that's why I just wrote this song
Until the Aalen's growing tall
Until the Manu finally fall
until the cities, one and all
are shrouded 'neath a verdant pall?

Blood,
blood,
blood.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 16th of Haernos, in the year 8 AC.