Sprinkled by the trappings
of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
to parrot the dishes up tale
The lure of a higher meaning



cheat to had to create

an enemy stereotype

to receive your absolution

A frothy poor excuse for your foray

to disengage from deeps

of your encumbrance



Behold

All our gold

Thousandfold

Bereave me

declined

thruths ensign

forever mine

Bereave me



March in with ten legions

Whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum

but the feather held in your hand

penned in blood

your tall-tales rule the forum

Altering it into the battlefield



I, the spectral guise

evoking these barring fears

pestering your conscript fathers

i smile at my demise and while i die

I cherish the roots of my persereverence



Behold

All our gold

Thousandfold

Bereave me

declined

thruths ensign

forever mine

Bereave me





(Thanks to brunohb for correcting these lyrics)