Last few bacchants remain
Dusk creeps to claim the throne
Every sun god must once wane
Wilts golden age ingrown
Once our faith them empowered
Verses sacred nations impelled
Now tongues torn and devoured
Rhymes a cadence of dead spell
How far have we fallen
Cornered vermin refusing defeat
Still fighting tooth and nail
Skin to leather, flesh to meat
Inbreds siphon gilded Rome
Dare begotten bear my name
Scaling cadavers and gravestones
On shoulders of giants lame
Songs through mouths not our own
Crippled hoist banners profound
Rather burn them to the ground
Salt the earth, until it drowns
Burn not the fields but seeds
Weed the roots ingrained
Drain the veins, bloodlines deplete
Ruin every womb a hollow grave
Fates far worse repeating
Crush the cycle, break the chain
Wheel grinding rotten grain
Salt the earth
Envenom wells in kind
Salt the earth
Salt the earth behind