Testo Carrion Awake

Burn the wicked tongues of men for they have failed us.
This shallow grave is a renaissance left in betrayal
with vanity its casket and pride the nails.
We once STOOD FOR something of worth and purpose ~
but it is man's true inherent nature to slit the throat of righteous thought.
WHAT HOLDS US BACK from true change? Tear down your idols and set fortune to flame ~
Burn.
Strike back at the rituals that anchor the weak. Reroute the PATH OF DESCENT.
We dance in circles with the dead,
The same steps... the same faults... the same simple fate? No.
NO COMPROMISE ~ for WAR is all we can offer these demons.
We build altars to the plague of moral decay and lift up hollow hearts to the stage.
The weak forge temples from the weak and the cycles our generation promised to beak remain still.
True awakening is our last hope.