The Anarchist Songtext / Lyric

The Anarchist Songtext
Stretched a sickly thin unnerving whimpers be silenced
Oak spirals weaving through a dimly lit moon Faces of man, eyes like daggers, soulless prosperity
Flesh colored felt, caresses yet cuts, sacrificial property Caresses yet cuts, dismantling all hope
Inviting winds of chaos sweep beneath the tree line
All above bathe in the glow of the lunar display x2

A figure silhouette amongst a backdrop of stars
Celestial unlight merely enhances grotesque detail
A discharging of hordes and hideous minions
Crash down unto heathen plains of mans unbecoming
The sounds of dismay are near deafening

Faces of man, eyes like daggers, soulless prosperity
Flesh colored felt, caresses yet cuts, sacrificial property

Unspoken order attributed to the sky
A fellowship dishonored disgusted and alone
Beings setting fires to lands once adored
Abide by these cretins purity shall mold

All who were loved are mere memories now
Lore of the past fogged by the present onslaught
Dream deeper into the subconscious void
Ascend the oaken spirals take shelter above.