Agrestes

Man has praised the manner The bait defines the pall A peer is deemed an animal In Death, we all converge Batons craved by dazed men War derides the law As our fear will leave us torn Gorge Man has faced the answer The shadow claims our gods Feed them one and all Pride, see them march on Might, hear them summon (Gorge) The lord then ties the noose (And) the hands that work for peace are fist to counterparts Trust, toil (And) the words that sing the reaper, made holy by the poll Trust, why? Man can not fathom, on conditioned mind Will we ever test it all? Claiming the manner, won't be the blight We did manifest it all Will the seers vow, as we maul ourselves, it's not what has to be, but all they know would be? Will the leaders vow, as we maul ourselves, it's not what has to be, but all they know would be? Will the people know, as they maul themselves, it's not was has to be, but what they chose to be? The herd, insatiable So may the feast go on The lord, insuperable So may the feast go on