Texty: Circle Of Dead Children. Oak And Iron.

Forced to scorch at the stake of humanity
Our heavy skulls and cumbersome bodies fastened by straps of fear and mediocrity
Anchored and confused
Confused and naive
We bled upon the oak and iron and sang songs of revolution and tyranny
The spitting cracks of ember harmonized our singing voices as the scent of servitude left our presence and scaled through the syrupy air of a new morning
Together forever... married to illusion

Together forever... the end