Racetraitor Path To Misery
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
