The breaking

Lete rivers run with the blood of our children
Dying in scorched ashes
The undeniable ignorance flowing homeward
Breeding forth the lies in questionable conscious
Never before feeling the grace of silence

Burning the bridges and fortress to no end
Forgetting these lives and those before
Relinquishing dreams to the dishonorable dead
Letting the sly infiltrate the stronghold

Walking among the sightless

Stay the course
Cast disillusion aside
Sever those malignant feeders
From the wound
Raise your swords to the sky
And let them burn for all to see

Holding onto freedom
Facing any foe
Wait not for salvation
For it is ours to owe