Dying breed of slaves that built these walls of reason

Masks from hidden kings, lashing them forward

Liquid sand shall form, the pyramids with time

Although they stand, for no one to remember

Withered hand, points the way

Cut the rotting limb, so spreads infected

Truths will drive, the stones to dust

Truths will drive

As rust forms a crown of thorns, colored red from lust

Frozen sphere plunges into the lake of being

From a hidden mask, tears of blood will pour

And form the massive stream which sinks the kingdom

Dying breed of slaves that built these walls of reason

Masks from hidden kings, lashing them forward

Bones shall form, these pyramids of glory

Although they stand, only for time to mock them

Burnt flesh guides the way

Sever their heads, and scatter throughout

The aeon where silver runs through veins

And clots their hearts, so bursts from ignorance

Electric storms have cometh

Acid rains will blot

And golden masks will turn

To stones

Feed the sun with sacrificed hearts

Tears of the newborn will bring down the sky

Worhipping an eagle upon its throne, drink from the deifying cup

Tortured minds long for an end, but cannot gain eternal rest

Water for the sacred ground, will not prevent the agony

From dirt they rose

Into dirt they will return