Bile Towers - Landmine Marathon

Towers draining light

Onto peasants' feet

Graze amongst the cattle

Broken mouths too weak

Open prayers of loss

Vomit to their feet

Wishing for an end

The slaughter has begun

Fight the frame of remorse

Innner discursion lost

These deadly lucid dreams

Escape me

Rake the skin, stain it black

Bleach the burning face

Braying through the night

Shatter through the day

Too painful were his hands

To be forgiving of the guilty

A grasp too tight to fight

The slaughter has begun

He is the one with the branded mark

Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart

Lie to me

He is the one with the branded mark

Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart

Branded

Remorse

Slaughter

Fall fast

Bile drapes the towers

Light begins to cease

Watch the towers fall

Onto peasants' feet

He is the one with the branded mark

Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart

Fight the frame of remorse

Inner discursion lost

These deadly lucid dreams

Escape me