Abigor

So we reached our aim
The replacement of day
The obliteration of the sun
The triumph of the soft moonlight
Mankind reduced so much
How deep my slumber is
You are not the one you think
We are masters - you are slaves
Why weeping?
Why bleeding?
Did you believe in the false god?
I'm laughing
I'm celebrating
I have foreseen my triumph
Now we are divided
But we know our time will come