Standing On The Work Of Slaves

We know your souls and inner musings intimately

Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains

To the glory of that which is to come shall

Be as familiar to you as the lullabies

Your mother sang when you were but an infant

Those unwilling to lend an ear

Will face coercion by the Sword

We shall give you a stage and you shall perform

Your prescribed heroic roles

In front of ancestors, contemporaries

And posterity, present even in the sands

Of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans

The scorching spotlight is on you

How could you possibly walk back

From the precipice now?

You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles

At war under the walls of Troy

A godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate

To those begging for mercy at your knees

You shall answer with a blade through the throat

To the defeated you shall show no respect

Their bodies will be desecrated

When you fall, we promise you remembrance

Immortal glory: Kléos áphthiton

After all, what wouldn’t men do

Only to escape oblivion

We shall trick you into believing

In the idea of progress by replacing

Outright torture with subtler forms of domination

Far more pervasive and efficient

Even the Voice from the Whirlwind

Shall be struck silent by stupor

We shall increase your suffering

For the more you suffer now

The less suffering, we promise

There is to be found in the future

You shall become addicted

To suffering as a means to a radiant future

Eventually, commitment to ignorance

Shall be the first lesson taught to children

As obedience will then come

As naturally as night after day

We shall make your thought patterns predictable

For if your behavior is predictable

It marks the death of freedom

We shall nurture indifference

For it is a prerequisite to Great Things

That demand the retreat of the Self

Banal bureaucrats pave the way

To the riches of an abominable victory

Whereas Saint-Fond is merely

A non-actionable icon

It is our immaculate faith that shall

Allow us to exercise coercion effectively

But also to resist coercion

When confronted by the impious

When confronted with facts

That would contradict our credo

We shall speak out even louder

Invoke our Order with brazen words

And march forward with the arrogance

Of the doubtless

You will be made to deny the dissonance

And conflict that is at the heart

Of the experience of our World

You shall join the chorus of praise

That flows from the absolute perfection

We have created by the sole power of our will

We shall bleed you white, but you will think

That it is an act of unconditional love

As an educational tool

Pain has a value nothing can replace

It shall therefore be the cement of our society

We shall build monuments that will last

A thousand years upon the wailing

Of the multitude

Upon the labour of the slaves

Everything in this immense

Beautiful machine shall be wheels

Pulleys and cords

The connections, however

Shall seem fortuitous to you

We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet

Knowing that blows will avail

We shall keep the dagger near

We are therefore certain to overflow

When the final resistance hangs on the gallows

Oh yes, I promise unto thee

When the final resistance hangs on the gallows

Love will then blossom with the ardor of flowers

In the midst of spring

Place your faith in this promise!