Blessed are The stones that Break you from Your Tacit ways
Cursed is your Complacency to the end Of your days
May you suffer no fault, never wound nor driven salt
Thinking alone
Of flesh and bone, On your own
Be you carved in stone
Hate be with the ones who defend with grace
Love Bleed from the hearts whos mind misplace
Obsession of the mind
Walk amongst the blind
In land of make believe
Our world will never follow after you
Begging you to love
To love us too
Prayer To The Violent Heart of
The Lion
Prayer To The Violent Death Song of Silence