To Know Us Is to Fear Us

Reich of sorrow A shattered dream Embrace the terror of the visage of your kings Rule by fear And trussed renown Obsequence whittles cattle down Where are your gods? Foul cancers of your creation So on you march Gorging from the trough of hatred Remit of silence Your self is lost Conjoin the faceless in the none-ness of the void Marionette All bound in chain All habit homogenised and grey You are the damned Willing drudges of the ancients Voided and blank Foetid swine bound in ages Teen die aand Diep in jou gedagte Sal ons vreet Op julle angste In your towers Of conceit Hemmed in pride and pandered to deceit We raze the walls We cast them wide Let you wallow in bitter deicide Where are the gods? Do they still serve the faceless? We are the damned Bound by the mystic aegis Julle sal val Een by een Goddelose seun Van die nuwe wêreld