Towers draining light Onto peasants' feet Graze amongst the cattle Broken mouths too weak Open prayers of loss Vomit to their feet Wishing for an end The slaughter has begun
Fight the frame of remorse Innner discursion lost These deadly lucid dreams Escape me
Rake the skin, stain it black Bleach the burning face Braying through the night Shatter through the day Too painful were his hands To be forgiving of the guilty A grasp too tight to fight The slaughter has begun
He is the one with the branded mark Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart
Lie to me
He is the one with the branded mark Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart
Branded Remorse Slaughter Fall fast
Bile drapes the towers Light begins to cease Watch the towers fall Onto peasants' feet
He is the one with the branded mark Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart
Fight the frame of remorse Inner discursion lost These deadly lucid dreams Escape me
