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Upon the torpid pile, the inert now arise An army ineffectual, sprightly in the skies Upwards... Onwards From corpse to the cloud to claim their accolade A reinterpretation of the mindset, By volition, or weapon free persuasions One selection leaving sentience in this wake By the power of dying incandescence, the gates begin to break Like the bones that line their backs, the gates begin to break A tirade of humanities, in your beliefs reflected The caliber of a faith, in brutality now tested From the burning home that holds a dying hope Will come the bleeding hands that help you choke Upon the threshold of this domicile, the egress, In desperation to reform Cries escape this abode in vein, but Non-protracted shall they remain... intoned Spluttering, their throat absent from its abyss Muted by my grandest mutilations Now hopeless and in despair, their lives equate to nothing But still the army marches onwards... SongtexteOnwards to the bitter end of beings and beliefs From man to mans made up mysticism And faith instilled in fears But now you've seen how dark the demons' eyes can reflect That the truth of trust and humanity is not what we expect The blood that beats for charity, in reality Bleeds for the dilapidation of all chastity Aus Songtexte Mania