Once you were alive
Respected like a God...
But after you had died
You carried the dead's rod
Bad ones fear your claw
The others like your grace
But people who are crawling
Will never find a place
When you were reborn
Fear increased too much
The dusk followed the dawn
You made yourself to judge
Disliked crawling creatures
They hunt for your goodwill
You crush them with the force
Of your endangered skill
