Cracked Vessel - No Life (Empty Vessel) or Navagating the Treacheros Womb of Fog lyrics

Clybourn, A crooked arrow Flying straight Into the mouth Of the beast Fog-enshrouded headstones In the distance Piercing the sky, Haunted by the soulless ghouls Of commerce Moneyed robes Cannot Mask the obstacles, Cut down By my blade In flight Slice through progress With triumphant regression The cut draws not blood But shame and impotence From the lumbering brutes