A Miniature History of Transgressions

They’ve come to eat, this redundant herd of swine
So march along, oh men of steel
Let fire and flesh consummate your only meal
And when the time comes, we will rise up
The feral others will have their turn to sup
So ring a bell, sound the alarm
Our shadows form and spread out their mystic harm
(2.) Through the esophagus of the world, our histories are exhumed
A primal purge brings back to light the garbage we’ve consumed
The sun shines down on a site that once held a festival of the damned
The ghosts there dance,
shift drunken shapes, and spill out across the land
(Lord of misrule, how you haunt me! Hungry shadows, how you taunt me!)
Shining darkly, spinning webs around my Clues in the chaospile!
Dead king myth hoax, truth lies churning
Defiled beast head, set flesh burning
Weaving circles of deflowered spirit
Fuel for the chaospyre!
Fan the flames, mighty wind!
Burn it down and start again!
Fan the flames, mighty wind!
Burn it down and start again!
Fan the flames, mighty wind!
Burn it down and start again!
Fan the flames, mighty wind!
Burn it down and start again!
(3.) Relieve yourself of the tyranny of hope
Death is the only giver of equality
Nothing is sacred, holy or pure
A society gets all the criminals it deserves
(4.) Tell us the culprit and we’ll connect you
Sell us your assets, we’ll write you into our script
Who is the culprit? You’re already here!
There you stand naked:
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