Born with no soul of your own so you dig for bones in the graves
of those you've enslaved and massacred....bronze your horns
and hooves with blood and sacrifice...

collapse at the altar of your barren life...frail and
yellow...your spine twists downward from shame and the weight of
your arrogance...carry the whisper that we are nothing more than
stolen bones...and the blistered tongues of the dead carry the
whisper...awake to a bleached destiny of sorrow...do you hear
the voices escaping from the tongues that your hand cut
out....

the bell that summons you to surrender prayer is the bell that
summons you to kill...in the end your own savagery has left you
with nothing...and you're the one left out to die.
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