Kneel before craven decrees Admonished from on high Chained to a perception Of flawless mortals Within shrines of closed minds The affliction of man There are none immure Cling to destructive ideals To figments of rapture Untill the final moment None will concede Straying From the passages wich we have carved ourselves With indignation glaring from reflections All that remains from the burdens of flowing blood Are expanses of dust Effigies of false purpose Corroding The final hours are not remorse But for contempt With ascendancy weighing down Plead to the shrines Release us We must tie the ends of unknown Withdraw into the pale In this scantuary of death Revere the inertia Resisting breath Turn away all prayers The collapse is owed to stagnation Shrines of paralysis