Rites of Cruelty

Born from the ashes and detritus of decades
The burden never ends and the rules never change
Myopic pawns marching out to Rattenfänger's call
Each for themselves and all against all

Choking on the spite of a life subjugated
Where flesh begets flesh for the kill
And one after one spew invective
In this cult, merciless and dejected

And what we have is what we take
For present day and future worlds
When the bell of insurrection tolls
And the last will be first on the day

When their towers will crack and fall
And their power-mad lust dissolves
In the ether of their death's lament
And their rites of cruelty ends

Burn out the eyes of the miser
Let the tide turn back on this cancer
Drive out the knave and the rotter
As a voice, once lost, cries, "Vengeance"

And what we have is what we take
For present day and future worlds
When the bell of insurrection tolls
And the last will be first on the day

When their towers will crack and fall
And their power-mad lust dissolves
In the ether of their death's lament
And their rites of cruelty end

When this vile artifice decays
And their temples are set ablaze
In the fires of a greed misspent
And their rites of cruelty end

As centuries of thralldom turn to dust

We promise them reprisal and revenge

Wage of death, life for rent
Gasp for breath, only one fight left
One by one, cracks reveal
Hollowed-out hearts beneath the wheel

Rise above, grind the gears
Let them all know the meaning of fear
Drag them out, set the trap
These are the years that we never will get back

Never will get back