Letter To The Exiles - Open Graves lyrics

Now we are slaves to our own history New architects of divine treachery When it's over what becomes of you and I? The ba*tard sons of a gentile line There are open graves, desecration our human hands have made I am throwing myself to the abyss, and the ashes prove the flame This is what I know of faith I offer this, some compensation for consequence I test my method, some expression of my repentance Now to the architect, construct of imagination I leave his body as my free-will's evidence of a failed design I am throwing myself to the jackals What becomes of you and I? The ba*tard sons of a gentile line We're not the hollow vessels We're not forgotten slaves We're not an abstract concept We are not open graves Now watch it burn to the ground Watch as I will tear it down I will break this earth, I will watch it burn This is offered to you: Can you hear the sound of truth, it's calling out to you I have one truth, given to me and offered to you What is dead will rise again