The rusted chains dance in the ash

To the echoes of our brothers

The end is the means and no soul

Is too lost to taste of its rancid deception

It's when the realms of thought

Dictate our steps that we scratch

Out the truth of existence

In solve!

A new light is born to shield the unscorn children

Coagula!

Another page is torn

The desecration of all primal

You! I see right through you and

The battalions of blood willing martyrs

How did you trade the branch of knowledge

For the seeds of perverse decline?

It's when the realms of thought

Dictate our steps that we scratch

Out the truth of existence

A fleeting idea sanctioned as fact and defended (as fact and defended)

Beyond all reason, the burden of proof is a

Bridge built on faith, blinded by downward spirals

A new light is born

To shield the unscorn children

Another page is torn

The desecration of all primal

Solve!

A new light is born to shield the unscorn children

Coagula!

Another page is torn