The gears go awe.

Having woken up on a foreign strand,
by some subtle feeling
of my mystic powers within,
I have peered into the abyss of fragility,
the true nature of death in hardcore.

Nay! There won't be a cycle of eternal rebirth
demons thrive to imprison myself,
I shall resist this terrible calling of
legacies of treasures
for I know that Good God of Grind will
punish those poor souls,
again and again and again...