Edward Ka Spel - Believe on a Breeze

Reborn Caesar spins a knife, points towards the garden, mutters, "There we'll seed Gethsemane anew. We'll make the moves that were pre-destined, only this time he'll stay resting. He'll be still. And after all these years we'll be free... thanks to me!" Could you bring yourself to maybe trust in me? Respect those pure intentions? This is destiny, and I am just a player on the board. We recommend some supervision, strict seclusion, here's a pill to stifle those delusions, be assured that we care. All we want's to see you well! (See you in HELL) And reborn Caesar dies in flames, is born again, a slab, the cleaver swinging in slow motion, never strikes. Cameras zoom in for a slice. Listen to the hooded man shout "Destiny! I am just a player on the board." Oooooooooo, DESTINY. We are merely players on the board.