1. THE ECHO THAT CONQUERS VOICE

Forced in open wounds
A cleansing of the blight
The seething tangible disgust that chokes the sky of life
An opportunity as golden as a prophecy
I see the future in the glint of a machetes edge
Power corroded conquered no more
Shifts in heresy have left the godless in control
To cull the vile is to cull the breed
My insurrection come at last

Lest we forget the torment at their hands
Lest we relent the vindication wrought from ours

And our enemies cry for peace
Crawling out from their dead
Yet wheels of suffering forever turn
Resistance falls like freshly severed limbs
The chanting of war priests
Frenzied soundtrack to genocide
For they are among us
The sins of none will leave all crucified

All pretense of deceit washed away
With the blood in the streets
And the filled mass graves
In this barren glaucoma landscape
I've become god