like rats from the wreckage we patrol the decay through the ash and the darkness the scavengers pillage what's wasted away and power corrodes and compromises the hands once held so high the lies the vain plead for their very lives no sunlight or shadow just the rotting remains of the clergy pariah and the millions of sinners shackled in chains drowning in blood and holy water the bombs turned the battlefield to dust so what's left of the world to divide and to dominate and rape and defile or oppress and discriminate it's all over did anyone get their way