---

Embers of dying empire, crush humanity

Under the weight of old scores, pertinacious apathy

Echoes of promised valor born of shrapnel and barbed wire

No kiss of death is colder than this baptism of fire

Like a garrote round my neck

Like a skin I cannot shed

What’s left to me but madness

Amongst monuments to death

Devotion…….Shackled to a corpse

Sedation…….Shackled to a corpse

Conscription…….Shackled to a corpse

Damnation