Lyrics:STJ-The Blond Beast

Over the crashing tides of the world

His is the will to force and form

He could be the ruler

As he is the master

He is the blond beast

The savage race of light

The future calls him out of his times

Out of history, out of nature

For the first time in the world

For the last time in his life

As the beast preys upon the beast

And wrestles the power of the pride

The seat of decay is assumed

The virus within builds a cage without

For mixed with wine is a posion vile

The tainted blood of victorys prize

As the will to reign

Is withdrawn from within

By feelings of imposed remorse

As the ages pass

And the malady increases

In the moving cage the tracks the paw

The rion bars entwined in flesh

Withhold the pounce of the iron claw