1. THEY STRETCH OUT THEIR HANDS

The fire's light casts shadows
Across the faces of abandoned Gods
Looming stone monoliths stand silently as a pantheon of
Superstition burns: emotional immolation
The thorned crown of self sacrifice, the horns and fur of
Immature rebellion, the false personification of nature gives
Way to this passionate holocaust, to a reawakening of reason,
To the triumph of the will
The stars' dull shine offers
Not approval nor any earthly Feeling
It only illuminates our naked forms
Throw your frail bodies down
Throw your white bodies down
Throw your skinny bodies down
Throw your pale bodies down.


2. THE ROAD OF MANY NAMES

Pale-skinned, marsh dwellers, emerge from your murky caves
Wanderlust takes hold
The way stands clear, a gaping maw set to swallow the future
We travel across the burning sands to an open coast,
Greeted With waves of indifference
Northward, over mountains which rise like spears offering
Twisted paths, crooked smiles at the abysmal
Nothingness above
Oh, these sour times
We return covered in rags and our filth,
Dissension in our Ranks like our closest friend
Home has been sacrificed in the harvest of experience