Path To Misery

Born with no soul of your own so you dig for bones in the graves of those you've enslaved and massacred
Bronze your horns and hooves with blood and sacrifice
Collapse at the altar of your barren life
Frail and yellow
Your spine twists downward from shame and the weight of your arrogance
Carry the whisper that we are nothing more than stolen bones
And the blistered tongues of the dead carry the whisper
Awake to a bleached destiny of sorrow
Do you hear the voices escaping from the tongues that your hand cut out
The bell that summons you to surrender prayer is the bell that summons you to kill
In the end your own savagery has left you with nothing
And you're the one left out to die