Heathen Arise

The gallivanting hordes
Strike fear in eyes of men
Disciples of the faith
Cut down in thy name.

Tomes that guide the blind
Blank pages to perceive
Your mind, your soul, your life
Conditioned to believe.

Tyrant kings are born
And spawn glorified parades
But the hero that was forged
Is the hero that remains.

Fall from grace and divine pageantry
Wasted days yield heathen fallacy.

The unelightened drift
No saviour has graced their souls
Awash among the crowds
The nights are long and cold.

Tyrant kings are born
And spawn glorified parades
But the hero that was forged
Is the hero that remains.

Buried dead, unearthed again
Unveil forgotten lives
Chaos rules among the fools
When the heathen arise..

Buried dead, unearthed again
Unveil forgotten lives
Chaos rules among the fools
When the heathen arise.