like the morning star they rise to haunt the aimless sheep in search to tempt them into their lair mesmeric fake facade yet rotten to the core the beast in search for the blood of repenting souls
lurk beneath the white shadows preach the prophecy the curse is set to raise tyranny
break the spell or suffer the loss your world is upside down like a servant must obey to live without a soul
integrity burnt at the stake no choice, no cure, no life silent screams of cacophony peace ends in war a war without guns fired hypocrisy is your sanctity