The heralds of nightmares
Survival of the paranoid
Speak prophecies to blank stares
Tranquility destroyed
Beguiled by the fell tales
Vexed by electric spells
The charlatan prevailing
Vassals from a radiant hell
The bedlam harvest of the fertile fears
The scythe cuts deeply into new frontiers
So how to discern ally from adversary
The bedlam harvest for the devils' feast
To siphon precious moments from the ones who live in peace
And gather this grime for truth to be buried
Proclaiming allegiance
To agendas and the factions' fray
Quelling the insurgents
Seeking untraveled ways
We came craving wisdom
The taste of clarity
But in a cowardly kingdom
Shelter and terror are all we see