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Last few bacchants remain

Dusk creeps to claim the throne

Every sun god must once wane

Wilts golden age ingrown

Once our faith them empowered

Verses sacred nations impelled

Now tongues torn and devoured

Rhymes a cadence of dead spell

How far have we fallen

Cornered vermin refusing defeat

Still fighting tooth and nail

Skin to leather, flesh to meat

Inbreds siphon gilded Rome

Dare begotten bear my name

Scaling cadavers and gravestones

On shoulders of giants lame

Songs through mouths not our own

Crippled hoist banners profound

Rather burn them to the ground

Salt the earth, until it drowns

Burn not the fields but seeds

Weed the roots ingrained

Drain the veins, bloodlines deplete

Ruin every womb a hollow grave

Fates far worse repeating

Crush the cycle, break the chain

Wheel grinding rotten grain

Salt the earth

Envenom wells in kind

Salt the earth

Salt the earth behind