Frisium - Vonnegut

Saviors sold their rotten souls

To the gods of paper faces

What am I to do now

Where am I to go

Path of desperation

To a mighty woe

Frisium, fighting herds of time

Proud get vain, a hive of hypocrites

Your hide your shameless grins

Darkest times, walls crawl up to the skies

To mute a dying child' scream

Since when is love a crime

Since when is life so worthless

I damn you all

Protectors from above

A cult of monstrous greed

Am I to end what I once commenced?

And will I ever break this vicious circle?

Not of you, non at all

Not of me, slays my kin