Down it shall go with
a thousand reasons and they shall be the
ones to see it rise,
far on the horizon it shall swim above the forsaken land where they killed their brothers and man,
the blood in which they bathe , seek absolution in that cursed faith ,
gory shall hold no vice and justice shall be done without a pun
Where it shall be done ,it was then displayed, with what they played, the music of night,
picked up a fight and it added to the bass, he painted it red and to dogs it was fed ,
where the nights were bleak and he was weary,
witnessed the massacre of dreams, nothing seemed more dreary.
And the skies then turned crimson but it wouldn’t rain in blood,
but it poured and poured its heart out and we swam in that flood,
running down an epileptic road stirring up the spirits of the deep rooted trees,
and their lament mixing with the wind ,acute pungency was the air’s clemency.
Meek and downtrodden becomes of the heroes, the peasant now excels archery,
gives away to savagery ,what mind couldn’t ever see, he participates in such appalled debauchery
laughter of slaughters , slaughters of laughter echoed as music sublime,
yes, this is man , this is mankind and he is in his prime.
Seeks the dawn he when the sun shines upon his head,
trampled lay his brothers while darkness treads,
and chortles adversity in the run-down corners,
embraces mendaciously the fallen cherubs,
but would still carouse in these lands unholy, the man and his cubs.
far on the horizon it shall swim above the forsaken land where they killed their brothers and man,
the blood in which they bathe , seek absolution in that cursed faith ,
gory shall hold no vice and justice shall be done without a pun
Where it shall be done ,it was then displayed, with what they played, the music of night,
picked up a fight and it added to the bass, he painted it red and to dogs it was fed ,
where the nights were bleak and he was weary,
witnessed the massacre of dreams, nothing seemed more dreary.
And the skies then turned crimson but it wouldn’t rain in blood,
but it poured and poured its heart out and we swam in that flood,
running down an epileptic road stirring up the spirits of the deep rooted trees,
and their lament mixing with the wind ,acute pungency was the air’s clemency.
Meek and downtrodden becomes of the heroes, the peasant now excels archery,
gives away to savagery ,what mind couldn’t ever see, he participates in such appalled debauchery
laughter of slaughters , slaughters of laughter echoed as music sublime,
yes, this is man , this is mankind and he is in his prime.
Seeks the dawn he when the sun shines upon his head,
trampled lay his brothers while darkness treads,
and chortles adversity in the run-down corners,
embraces mendaciously the fallen cherubs,
but would still carouse in these lands unholy, the man and his cubs.
