Hail the Dead - My Own Grave

Demeanor constraints programmed into our system

Disfigured traits genetically sustained

Lies enshrined, an echo from the grave

The primal instinct of self-preservation

Broken, scorned an battered underneath the ruins of time

Lies one righteous truth, a world unknown

Unseen by man and his necrology

Survival founded on that ignorance is bliss

Raise the horns, darken the sky

Drink to deception divine

Hail the blind

Throne of rats, carrion grows

Pieces of a grander design

Hail the blind

The words of the righteous, an endless stream

Of poison for the weak

Tempting lies shining clearer than the truth

Blank perspectives in a symbiotic maul

Rain hell upon their slopes and be their beacon

Mortality disposed, immortal by their blood

Mortally disposed

Immortal by their blood

Raise the horns, darken the sky

Drink to deception divine

Hail the blind

Throne of rats, carrion grows

Pieces of a grander design

Hail the blind