Breathe the Dust of Their Dead

The splendour has fractured like splinters of broken bones
Tainted words blisters their remains

Breathe the dust of their dead
To fulfill their demands
Breathe the dust of their dead feeding me

Threnodies praise the mangled bodies still encasing the last of their souls
We don't mind swallowing the whole world to keep our greed bloated
Parch them, sway them, blacken the skies
Provocations build nations - Wе don't mind to kneel down, send us to die
Shatterеd buildings pouring fountains of blood

The sparkle has burnt through the last spoils of human thought
Justice sires hatred

Our vile attempt to sow discord in the end seems to justify all the means
Undermine the plinth that bore the weight of sins until downfall plunges this land into the grave
Decimations build nations - We don't mind to kneel down, send us to die
Shattered buildings pouring fountains of blood
Gone

Breathe the dust of their dead
Breathe the dust of their dead
To fulfill their demands
Breathe the dust of their dead
Breathe the dust to feed