Our axes grind deep into thenFlesh of the holy lambsnOur swords are wet with bloodnThat drips from the savednnOur acts bespeak a profound lacknOf benevolence that guides ournEvery soul and channels our beingnIgnoring laws that bind the mortalsnFrom our conceptnIn cosmic time the dramanOf our lives are playednnFeel the burning breath of centuriesnAs it harkensnAnthems of war and breednOur lives are lived in a an eternitynnAnd the very gods feel our wrathnLife melts away eyes fixated on our preynLambs ripped and gnashed by jaws of terrornFive thousand shall die for one of oursnnWhen the age has passednAnd the era’s creednWill no longer men exaltnHeroic deedsnnThe earth is bare and death is freednBenevolent in our wakenLife melts away eyes fixated on our preynLambs ripped and gnashed by jaws of terrornFive thousand shall die for one of ours