The Silent Howling

A vision of power, confirmed by lunacy Driven by anger, no signs of secrecy Rely on what they want or what has not been seen A future so desperate, untold yet still to be For the blood on my hands, riders of death Rely on what they want or what has not been seen A contract of power, deformed by purity Perfume of hatred, dismal atmosphere I am what is left of it, I am their history A future so desperate, untold yet still to be For the blood on my hands, riders of death Rely on what they want or what has not been seen The silent howling, provoked conspiracy, malicious vagrancy The silent howling, it has not yet been done Scraping the flesh of nature, for this has not been told Scraping the flesh of nature, for this has not been told Scraping the flesh of nature, for this has not been told Scraping the flesh of nature, artificial empathy Beast of burden, for this has not been told Mandate of violence, for this has not been told Cruelty of art, for this has not been told Malicious deformity Path of no return, together as one Crusader of the realm to where the demon has won Path of no return, together as one Crusader of the realm to where the demon has won The silent howling... the silent howling... the silent howling... Path of no return, together as one Crusader of the realm to where the demon has won Path of no return, together as one Crusader of the realm to where the demon has won A vision of power, confirmed by lunacy Driven by anger, no signs of secrecy Rely on what they want or what has not been seen A future so desperate, untold yet still to be