From the recording The Unwakening
Lyrics
Tribal
War has come
Rome will burn
Curse your ground
For my sake
Threads open
Spoken tongues
Bent on their false idols
And all this talk
It gives no ground
Find your in
Drive engagement
Sway no one
Scroll your way on
Dead strawmen
Haunt my thoughts
Still, your friends won’t mind much
And all this talk
It gives no ground
Trust no one
Spite the “brainwashed”
This moment
Is nowhere
(LEAD)
Shared comments
Won’t bind us
Save for their cold silence