Here's to you who would ruin creation.nHere's to you...nnSee here blind men, we mean to bring you sight.nGaze long upon your wasteland.nInto the eyes of the limbless, grieving and slain.nPray you justify such suffering.nSee here blind men.nYou will see here.nnWe will not mourn. Not this day.nRelease the pallbearers. Quench the pyre.nWe revolt by moonlight;nBound by unrest, driven into lunacy.nnMaddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning...nThe spear will silence the last of us.nnFarewell to breath and beating hearts,nLife drains into the soil.nDeath is where men unite, after lifetimes of unrest.nAnd this is the folly of man,nMisspent fortunes of breath and beating hearts.nDeath is where men unite. We unite only in death.nA union of corpses littered under a mourning moon.nnMay the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity.nIn vengeance we are blind, masked by a black veilnObstructing the vision, the heart, and the mind.nExact reprisal and be damned.nOnly unveiling brings deliverance from this,nOur familiar and cyclical fate...nnFrom the womb with warm blood on our faces;nTo the grave with cold blood on our hands.nnHere's to you who would ruin creation...nnHere's an end to you.