Say the words, speak the tongues Sing the songs of fools Shall the means destroy the ends? So vain is Man (the hand that wounds and heals) Morality of these masters is that of the slaves Leaving the rebuke of the wise echoing into eternity Into the abyss - after them Lunatic fringe sings the songs of fools About the far side of glory Celebrating life-wasting chaos And so become the beasts that perish Darkness in flesh, depravity personified Slit eyes, forked tongues and venomous words Strike at a world they pretend to understand Illusions of superiority and enlightenment Pride in aberration - a justification by faith Lies! Writhing on a throne of self-conceit Words that fit like sackcloth Last gasp of reason as its lungs fill with gas Frothing, filth and agony awaits to purge Towers of Sodom's skyline Silhouette the blood red dawn Sin as far as the eye can see Cloven hooves of the flock Clatter among the serpents Wriggling in the dust Hearts of darkness Slouching to oblivion Temptation, gratification Let them burn Luminous beings that can die but once Covered by monuments (not mountains) Refusing to live in fear (or shadows) Revel and glory in the struggle Learning not to flinch Grateful for the gift that causes such fear Cautionary tales pa**ed generation to generation Anticipate sepultures of the beasts that perish Those that prey on the weak Handwritten epitaphs by the already dead Though the faces change, their name remains the same Supplication What I want What I should have What should not be questioned What is more than me? Resolution What I know What was once so clear What simply was not What should but cannot be What price their weakness demands of the world Purge the beasts that perish