Step by step they’re marching through the ground to find their destination in this common grave Herd of lepers hurried with the force Those slaves are constrained forever to traverse the fields of misery and failing dreams Of livid emotions at the gate of Eden You can see in their icy eyes the pain that will never end Thought your broken glass of ignorance And from your tower you observe this suffering Just let them die and rot The empty skulls are now served as a stable base For your perfect tower that was built of human waste For a shelter where you hide the diamonds of your frozen stare The mystery you hide and lie low there Side by side they try to fight for existence Like perplexed deer chased by a pack of wolves Must we hide or boldly die alone? They‘re trying to ask But their chance’s gone The greatest fear keeps their questions in silence And drives their shadows to a verge of light As searing pain does strike an every cell in their brain Squares into the minds decayed Across the arch so blear The steeples of your towers Tear through the atmosphere Solid structures made of clay and of hollow bones Scattered along the graves Scratching their ribbed stiff trunks To the unfeeling skies Enveloped with clouds Ptomaine-soaked clay The towers of wrath Designed by sick mind From a plenty of sacred bowls Death drinks red wine Devours the sounds of hush Of this reality To revel in blood And choke it with delight Nice balmy flesh disappears in your sly mouth Inclement wind brought the sands of hereafter To the emptiness on the blackish wings Termination, desolation It’s in your disgraceful soul Desolation, alteration Eyes shall expose you As if foul Death’s about to saddle a bloodless horse that grazes in the fields of agony Times of this erratic constancy Must end and you’ll be smashed to smithereens