Rites Of Cruelty

Born from the ashes and detritus of decades

The burden never ends and the rules never change

Myopic pawns marching out to Rattenfänger's call

Each for themselves and all against all

Choking on the spite of a life subjugated

Where flesh begets flesh for the kill

And one after one spew invective

In this cult, merciless and dejected

And what we have is what we take

For present day and future worlds

When the bell of insurrection tolls

And the last will be first on the day

When their towers will crack and fall

And their power-mad lust dissolves

In the ether of their death's lament

And their rites of cruelty ends

Burn out the eyes of the miser

Let the tide turn back on this cancer

Drive out the knave and the rotter

As a voice, once lost, cries: Vengeance

And what we have is what we take

For present day and future worlds

When the bell of insurrection tolls

And the last will be first on the day

When their towers will crack and fall

And their power-mad lust dissolves

In the ether of their death's lament

And their rites of cruelty end

When this vile artifice decays

And their temples are set ablaze

In the fires of a greed misspent

And their rites of cruelty end

As centuries of thralldom turn to dust

We promise them reprisal and revenge

Wage of death, life for rent

Gasp for breath, only one fight left

One by one, cracks reveal

Hollowed-out hearts beneath the wheel

Rise above, grind the gears

Let them all know the meaning of fear

Drag them out, set the trap

These are the years that we never will get back

Never will get back