Towers draining light Onto peasants' feet Graze amongst the cattle Broken mouths too weak Open prayers of loss Vomit to their feet Wishing for an end The slaughter has begun Fight the frame of remorse Innner discursion lost These deadly lucid dreams Escape me Rake the skin, stain it black Bleach the burning face Braying through the night Shatter through the day Too painful were his hands To be forgiving of the guilty A grasp too tight to fight The slaughter has begun He is the one with the branded mark Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart Lie to me He is the one with the branded mark Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart Branded Remorse Slaughter Fall fast Bile drapes the towers Light begins to cease Watch the towers fall Onto peasants' feet He is the one with the branded mark Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart Fight the frame of remorse Inner discursion lost These deadly lucid dreams Escape me