We leave the shores to see the mountains rising
A distant impression growing
This judgment creates the pain we hold
Destructive intentions that serve no purpose but the end of us all
These vultures from the past, coming
In all the hells and worlds, the time has come

No, it's much more beautiful than that. That's a moth cocoon. It's ironic - butterflies get all the attention, but moths, they spin silk. They're stronger. They're faster. You see this little hole? This moth's just about to emerge. It's in there right now, struggling. It's digging its way through the thick hide of the cocoon. Now, I could help it - take my knife, gently widen the opening, and the moth would be free - but it would be too weak to survive.

the eye closed its final time as I had walked through the flames
the will of a beast is nothing compared to the will of a god
I'll find my peace when the bones of the devil lay at my feet
you and I are one, mark my words, I will find you

A beast will always smell the blood of a coward
And a narrow-minded fool will always follow down the narrow path
To the blade that can make a god bleed
Still, you are weak
You're just a boy with his mother's eyes
That carries the weight of his father's heart

The Shakespearean tragedy of this tale, is that the great success that has been enjoyed by Speirs, was driven by the over-compensatory behavior rebelling against the first miserable 12 years of his life, and escaping that abuse has been his life's pursuit, in creating an atmosphere in which he is untouchable and invulnerable to outside forces and in control of his own destiny.

Empires built upon the bones of those who stood beside us
The sun has set eternally into the dark
And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and brothers
The iron heart of glory beats a hollow dirge
The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on
The Wolves of Winter rise and howl for honour’s debt
The sands forever greedily consume the blood of friends and fathers
The gates of Hood will open wide with dreams of death

Be not thou envious against evil men, neither desire to be with them. For their heart studieth destruction, and their lips talk of mischief. Through wisdom is a house builded; and by understanding it is established: And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches. A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength. For by wise counsel thou shalt make thy war: and in multitude of counsellors there is safety.