Embrace the fallen leaves of the burned
Cry havoc these paeans of woe
Ten thousand sins sliced upon the canvas
Of a furnace as yet undimmed
The furnace is undimmed
These pyres scar a torpid sky
Steepled are the burning mounds
These offerings to eternity are legion
Beacons of war
Beacons of sorrow
Flames that yearn
For blood on the 'morrow
Cleansing
Never to be extinguished
Remorseless
And when the storm of our rage is thus spent
And crows stir the cinders of loss
What legacy remains in a frozen abyss
Strewn with the detritus of vengeance
Slaked are the thirsts
That sear the nation
But these throats yearn for more
Throats seared by hatred's screams
Parched by the lust for conquest
Soils turned to lifeless dust underfoot
Temples of rock reduced ruin
The birth and death of Empire
Rips at the skein of this world