Before the Tyrant Throne

The frame of Empire Beast wrought of fallen stars Living tome of blasphemer speaks Now the stern-faced king will rise With peace upon his lips And lies in his soul In the name of equal rights He will claim the voice of all His standard will be raised Upon a hill of gold Heavy crowns bent to his will As prophets long ago foretold He will mock the name of God He will claim it for his own Cause every knee to bow and scrape Before the tyrant throne The heart is cut, still beating, from the titan's gilded form Brazen-faced it stands, not aware of what is gone Oh, pen and parchment, bone and skin, crucify all thoughts within Sign away soul and troubled mind I can see and yet I'm blind Refresh the tree of liberty with the blood of traitorous demagogue Lest freedom's taste grow stale, and ambivalence prevail, under sway of newly formed imperium Scattered seeds of discontent from ruminating dissidents, armchair rebels wage a war of empty words Bureaucratic fingers choke off breath, and yet it lingers, long enough to spit defiance in the face of empty triumph Where wouldst thou go, that I would not follow you I know the freedom of which you dream Servile minds, in harmony harnessed now A new era built on the backs of slaves The guillotine descends Heads to baskets fall Traitors, ere in thought or deed Their skulls are trophies on the wall Beyond the piled bodies Gulag's widen gleaming jaws Dissenters voices silenced By nightmares swallowed whole "I am the desolate one, scourge of mankind, son of the unclean "I am destroyer made flesh, holding keys to the abyss "I bring the end of the age Where wouldst thou go, that I would not follow you I know the freedom of which you dream Servile minds, in harmony harnessed now A new era built on the backs of slaves To the last I grapple with thee From hells heart I stab at thee For hates sake, I spit my breath at thee