Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks Like pigs to slaughter, heads will roll Heads will roll, throats will be slit Blood will flow like springs of water
Thus now, he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat, heat of flame And all the severed heads of those who brought the village The village to it's shame
Take everything your parents taught you Throw it to the dogs It's a forgotten flesh of something dead It's blood drips from your jaws Take everything
Oh God The sound they must have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside The
Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear Summon all the thieves and bastards
As often as always Evolution comes crawling from the sea Alive with the urgency like suicide, like suicide Convinced the grass is greener on dry earth
Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die? Or did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky Bending light and beaming forth
Endowed with the art of casting Names upon its beings The humans claimed dominion Over every living fucking thing Proud as purpose As they became to
Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals Down the street half a block and In a familiar
Chews the fat with his creator Over breakfast in the sunlight Though when he says grace, when he says grace He feels enveloped like a shadow But there
Thus now he knelt before the ruins, Cold of sweat and heat of flame, To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to its shame. Those who
Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter Heads will roll Heads will roll, throats will be slit and blood will flow like springs of
Take everything your parents taught you, throw it to the dogs Its forgotten flesh of something dead its blood drips from your jaws. Take everything
Split the sky asunder A noble huntress of the clan In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear Summon all the things that bastards
Oh God! What they must have heard in the distance: A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of mountainsides, the cries
Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die? Or did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky? Bending light and beaming
Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being The humans claimed dominion over every living thing Proud as a purpose they became to walk the
Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals (Down the street half a block away In a familiar
