Embrace the fallen leaves of the burned Cry havoc these paeans of woe Ten thousand sins sliced upon the canvas Of a furnace as yet undimmed The furnace is undimmed These pyres scar a torpid sky Steepled are the burning mounds These offerings to eternity are legion Beacons of war Beacons of sorrow Flames that yearn For blood on the ‘morrow Cleansing Never to be extinguished Remorseless And when the storm of our rage is thus spent And crows stir the cinders of loss What legacy remains in a frozen abyss Strewn with the detritus of vengeance Slaked are the thirsts That sear the nation But these throats yearn for more Throats seared by hatred’s screams Parched by the lust for conquest Soils turned to lifeless dust underfoot Temples of rock reduced ruin The birth and d**h of Empire Rips at the skein of this world