Forsaken
Entombed in monumental self-moral
Embracing the absurd

Reason turned to abstraction
Drowned in the shallowest of waters


Forgotten the will
To learn
Abandoned every urge to

Create
Every border can be breached
By the glorious armies of united perfection


Marching forth
Aiming low

A thirst to kill
Defending the nothingness


Forsaken
The unborn learns to hate
Navigation towards destruction

Letting our ideals slowly rot

And thus.

Thus we choose
To die...
Die with pride

And innocence...

We became the heralds

Born and raised to preach
And to erase all traces
Of the abstract and evil


Swords
Temples.

Fires.
Doom.
We failed to see what we fed

The serpent of the deeps
It grew and strangled the truths
We were embracing the lies

We once could see its eyes
The stare of death and deceit
We feared not, the secrets we knew

The guardian of the deeps

Lost.

And the darkness will prevail
Forever...
Folding hands with clouded sight

Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind
Forever...


Lost.
And turning blossom to decay
Forever...

Fighting wars with clouded sight
Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind
Forever...