- Cauterize
We are the voice of the earth, sky and sea.
We are the tears of the poor and oppressed.
We are the blood of the countless murdered.
And we are the seeds of the new world to come.
The daylight of a new age shines in our eyes
and the voice of true freedom sings in our hearts.
Ours is the vision of a beautiful new dawn
- Chimera
If you want my head
take it, but you'll never have my heart
for I have seen the way your countless atrocities
are spun into gold and the glory of your god
shines only in your endless cruelty
So let it be known
I would sooner stretch my neck
- Ritual
Horror in the eyes of a gentle being As the butchers blade approaches to end a life of torment Skin is torn, a final cry in anguish All that oculd have been fades as a tortured heart beats for the last time A living creature that could have been loved and felt love in return Confined to a waking nightmare of loneliness, abuse and brutality Deprived of freedom, surrounded by filth and knowing nothing but pain A tragic, hopeless existence doomed to end in a violent death Sacrificed by compassionless hands on the bloody alters of Convenience, apatrhy and greed Mutilated, carved limb from limb into a lifeless pile of flesh To satisfy the urge to dine on the dead A systematic atrocty of domination and destruction Creating famine, pestilence and suffering An endless slaughter perpetuated by emrciless killers devoid of any reverence With no justificatin beyond might makes right And there is not one second of this inhumanity that is righteous, necessary or excusable. Every single instance, every animal murdered in terror is an act of cruelty without beauty and a death for no reason. Every meal that comes at the price of a life is complicity in a holocaust that is beyond comparison and the cold, callous, thoughtless continuation of a vicious ritual of bloodlust A ritual of bloodlust
- Selah
Oh, how I need to be
so much more than I am
to overflow
with a courage that has long since fled
for the torrents of time have consumed my hope
they left nothing but an aching void
and the vibrance of what once was
is now pallid, cold and bleak
- Slave Trade
A new era of industrial fascism has begun and our world's fate is being written by the wealth addicts in the name of corporate dominance yet among the damned a voice still cries my dreams will not be destroyed and I refuse to be your fucking slave. I won't lay down my life for this corporate machine. I wont bleed myself dry in this new feudal age. And as we stand battered, abused and imprisoned for the sake of the bloodthirsty upper class and capitalist greed our eyes are open and we see through your lies. By our hands your empire will lie in ashes.