I Will Welcome The Reaping - Oh, Sleeper

Like maggots, they breed with headlines, dining the wounds in breathless

cadavers

Mirror blind and aimed for gold, Now watch a terror turn on its own

They race and they race to the carcass rot to feed

And just past decay, this design delivers life, but they prefer to play cancer

In chase for the sky, towers uprise.

In fear, the earth quakes for what’s forgot

They cut like the butchers with pride as their cleavers, as the tide prowls

their shores

They never listened when we screamed, «Wash the blood from your hands!

Rip off the veils!

Wash the blood from your hands and run, see what you forgot!»

Then the clouds met the sands as the cyclones began

In epic charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns

As the stone from their walls broke legs as they crawled

The stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall

Six eyes pierce the night and now…

24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending

With every slaughter bring your kingdom home

How are we deserving this pain we are feeling?

How are we deserving this pain with healing?

And on trails these symphonies of agony…

Can’t you see?

We’re still demanding self-pity

Look to the moves of the things surrounding

We’re the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing

One day the reaping will return, and we’ll be butchers no more

Bring this slaughter home, and send everything above