In The Wake Of What Has Perish

The watchful eye of the moon
A desperate world through the looking glass
Dust has settled, only ashes remain
Souls of the fallen fed the earth with blood
To nourish the waking horde, the new breed
"With the new dawn comes a new age"
The scriptures lies - the meek shall inherit this earth.

The talons rise in the sky
Sharpened claws of light break horizon's slumber
Muffling the silent screams below.

All heads bowed before the hand raised
Sceptre held to the gods on high
Born of flesh, but scarred within
Earth quakes with a deafening cry; our cry.

Come now my brothers
Within this semblance of order is chaos
The grief for yesterday's truth remains
Instilled within, these lashes cannot see
The grief for yesterday's truth remains
Instilled within, these lashes cannot be!

This you can never feel!

The power of men united
Belief in the freedom they once loved
Force driven within, not driven out
The nails in my cross do not hold strong!

The bowed heads raise before the hand of god
Sceptre held unto himself
Eyes glazed with the litany's lies
And bearing the mark of the beast.

Never mine!

The nails in mine; do not hold strong
Take my hand, pledge allegiance to this crown this crown of thorns.

The nails in my cross do not hold strong, bow down!
Take my hand, pledge allegiance to this crown this crown of thorns!