Fall Of Efrafa - Republic of Heaven

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We wane in remembrance
Drained by our scorn
The flocks of the patriarch throttled
Forlorn
We gasp with epiphany
Perception unmasked
Ranks of black muslin litter out path
Empyrian empties
On our woeful malaise
Engulfs and entwines our impious parade
These are the embers
The fetid ideal
The end of our chastity
Allow us to feel
Nerves remain tender
To touch makes us cry
We see through these windows now become eyes
Our burden is heavy
As we ascend
Like blemished flesh
The earth seems to rent
Pustules of faces
Mouths like crevasse
Our weathered coherence lost to morass
Our debts are paid to this epoch
Sanctimonious
No remorse
The king is dead!
The king is dead!
We bound his face!
Cut off his head!
We spit at thee
We curse at thee
The king is dead!
Brothers and sisters
The king is dead!
Cut him down
Flay his skin
Our god is dead!
Courtisans!
Compatriots!
Lend me your ears
We slayed this demagogue
Dragged it to its knees
We cut all the sycophants
Deafened their call
We gave back the willing to better us all
We will not go quiet
We will not be restrained
We will not be slaves to an impotent regieme
Mark this in remembrance
The turning of tides
Our nascent republic
Born of (his) demise
The nativity!
Our elegy!
To this reform!