A part of being given by birth,
On a place to show the servants lair,
As we wait upon the day of death.
Already given a second chance.
On many servants over their heads,
With words to hold up their stance,
Who spoke with those words in reds.
We are all created by an early heir,
Being on which we are taken from!
When the birth upon the earth became.
From the birth of where the servants came
An old beginning then began to reign,
Another day to become an aggressor!
A while as though a thousand years remain,
Many had become an ancient successor.
A new beginning from an endless reign,
Another place upon the earth to spare.
A thousand years and nothing could remain,
I had become the birth of hope and heir.