The rusted chains dance in the ash

To the echoes of our brothers.

The end is the means and no soul

Is too lost to taste of its rancid deception.



It's when the realms of thought

Dictate our steps that we scratch

Out the truth of existence.



In solve!

A new light is born to shield the unscorn children.

Coagula!

Another page is torn,

The desecration of all primal.



You! I see right through you and

The battalions of blood willing martyrs.

How did you trade the branch of knowledge

For the seeds of perverse decline?



It's when the realms of thought

Dictate our steps that we scratch

Out the truth of existence.



A fleeting idea sanctioned as fact and defended



Beyond all reason, the burden of proof is a

Bridge built on faith, blinded by downward spirals.



A new light is born

To shield the unscorn children.

Another page is torn,

The desecration of all primal.



Solve!

A new light is born to shield the unscorn children

Coagula!

Another page is torn.