The Cult of the Burning Star (feat. Benjamin D. M. Nominet)

It is now like before All the slaves are made to work We are here to lead the blind And to contemplate it all Like drones to the hive From creation to collapse And to you all looking down We bring purification Carry yourselves through the night We are the force Ready yourselves for a war See how you'll fall Rising against our control Ungrateful hordes Ready yourselves for a war You come so low Where are you now You crossed the line And to say we'll fall When we come from nothing to life To the sealed ways of ours Wait till you see the light Connections made to want more We plan to give it all to you Lies fill your soul Till you feel you own the sands of time And rejoice For a crimson tide to fill the void Say the word Get yourselves a taste of the divine As slaves You are one we are saving you all Show some respect for your lives We're in control Any sign that shows remorse Weighs us down And to say we'll fall When we come from nothing to life To the sealed ways of ours Wait till you see the light Connections made to want more We plan to give it all to you