You all are Liars , said the thief
Seeing nothing gained
Faces tell of disbelief
A Monument of Shame
The Snake of Power shows his Head
Taking Favors from the Dead
A thousend days all that remain
This certainty can nothing save
The Torch is pa**ed unto the Fold
Burning Black on Red
Faces blistered by the Cold
The naked and the dead
Within the fires the Demons meet
Blood of servants beneath their Feet
Neo - Lords of the last machines
A Tribute to a twisted Dream