You all are Liars , said the thief

Seeing nothing gained

Faces tell of disbelief

A Monument of Shame

The Snake of Power shows his Head

Taking Favors from the Dead

A thousend days all that remain

This certainty can nothing save

The Torch is passed unto the Fold

Burning Black on Red

Faces blistered by the Cold

The naked and the dead

Within the fires the Demons meet

Blood of servants beneath their Feet

Neo - Lords of the last machines

A Tribute to a twisted Dream