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