The Accuser

Behold your face in the visage of the dying opposition Behold, thou slave of free thought See the wrath in the eyes observe you The last strike from the grave The traumatic view of the whirling space It may be, but that feeling you've already known From the maelstrom of destructious dance I arise Like an angel of a new incoming era Once started the natural cycle has been done And now, what is able to persist in eternity? I piss on the cross of every faiths and every laws Perishing this moral world appears unchanged Behold this grotesque-cambered flesh of ravished truth at my feet Do you walk with me or your footing has been disappeared and you can't stand?