Our axes grind deep into the
Flesh of the holy lambs
Our swords are wet with blood
That drips from the saved

Our acts bespeak a profound lack
Of benevolence that guides our
Every soul and channels our being
Ignoring laws that bind the mortals
From our concept
In cosmic time the drama
Of our lives are played

Feel the burning breath of centuries
As it harkens
Anthems of war and breed
Our lives are lived in a an eternity

And the very gods feel our wrath
Life melts away eyes fixated on our prey
Lambs ripped and gnashed by jaws of terror
"Five thousand shall die for one of ours"

When the age has passed
And the era’s creed
Will no longer men exalt
Heroic deeds

The earth is bare and death is freed
Benevolent in our wake
Life melts away eyes fixated on our prey
Lambs ripped and gnashed by jaws of terror
"Five thousand shall die for one of ours"


Lyrics submitted by Frances-The-Tool

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