Tantrum, from which the new man shall be formed
The orphaned blue blood ov the celestial
Who shuns the burdens ov them sainted whores
Shall manifest it’s splendors from barren soil
Behold his arrival, the arcadian stray
Reeking refuse ov your tender age
That marches forth
And inseminates thy ophidian conclave

What is liberty
But when the gods grow sick ov us?
Then what is mutiny
If not breaking off the shackles ov the gods?

xaire espepe xaire fosfope

Contemplating millennia past
I wandered through wastelands astray
In company ov that, larger than the gods
With animus that just won’t wither away

What is liberty
But when the gods grow sick ov us?
Then what is mutiny
If not breaking off the shackles ov the gods?

xaire espepe xaire fosfope

Inquisition in the name ov freedom
Decimation in the name ov democracy
Hidden daggers and poisoned wine
All in the name ov fraternity