Trinity of the wretched ones Converge upon the guiltless unborn A bare canvas that is their own To shapes into an icon Razorblade smiles hide their intent To cause discord in the firmament Hubris made flesh in repugnance Their mere being defilement
Liars' daggers cut the deepest wounds The deceivers know no reprisal Liars' daggers wickedly will carve The deceivers gorge on what remains
The three, born in perjury They act as one - harmoniously The sire a work of lunacy, fed on the milk of decay The forceful craves voraciously The far-roaming bellows vulgarly The guardian waits longingly Behead the queen and live freely
Gaudy is their tapestry, flowing on winds of guile and deceit Undone at its very seams, woven from threads of enmity
Oaths repeated evermore, capricious, these sisters They feed on each other, such is in their nature Malign in their death throes, to them truth has no form Wrote in deceit was this covenant of the forsworn
Undeath is the lies' boon, leave them rot in their tomb The light will heal all wounds, they know not what is gone
Liars' daggers carve their wielders' fates The deceivers shall be seen to starve Liars' daggers hungrily will slash The deceivers board Charon's ferry