Enemy Incited Armageddon - Xerath

Minds full of prophetical voices

One more martyr to the cause

Helplessly they throw bodies to the fire

Extreme is this nations impasse

Confronted by pure self preservation

These maggots of the desert have to die

They have to swear never to restore their faith

And bleed out before we ever negotiate

Entering the word as a mindless shell

To be the victim of holy persuasion we thought

Only to see value in truth

And disregard any and all imagination

Nomadic and detached from the world

Simple people with simple intentions

Peasants and surplus to life itself

A curse to be lifted by means of torture

He is a free man as much as we let him be

He is a subject to the will of wars

You cannot instill a sense of reality

To a man whose reality belongs to the next

We’ve built walls of human flesh

We’ve turned our skin to lifeless dust

And we’ve left our skies like burning red flame

And seen death on a scale of near apocalypse

We’ve left the sky burning like red flame

We are not to see ourselves as any different

As much as we mean it there is bloodlust

You’ve been swept away in twisted worlds

And felt the need for the blunt instrument

It is the gift of the politician in state

To create mistakes, to see all people accountable

It has been the way of things since the advent of war

To tally your people, to confuse and distort