We, Gods, observe conceived
From height of self-conceit
And we collapse on it,
If "want" and "Is" don't meet.
Behold! Under my feet
Imperiums deplete.
Man's waste of time's too loud. 
Through screams I'll muffle sound.

Tranquility is motion,
Tsunami from ice ocean,
Heart, covered with corrosion,
Affected by explosion.
When Sun shows us devotion
We're melting from emotion.
So not to be born down
I'll shuffle off the dawn.

You'll try to shoot me up,
But I will hunt you down.
You'll try to rein me up,
But I will run you down.
You'll try to tie me up,
But I will not slow down,
So you should worry up,
As you'll be buried down!

Carte blanche and sweet revenge
I am an avalanche!