The Justice of Gnashing Teeth

Chaotic voices scream in frantic tongues

A savage din reaching from primal dark

Red frothing rage consumes the hearts of man

As if ordained to kill by hateful hands

The shining city's lights confess its truth

The living ruins boast of myths disproved

Its gaudy glow can't hide its dark charade

Hungry torches for the next Crusade

Walking the worn path

Onward, oblivion, the oldest face of man

Inside, they all know

Onward, oblivion, the oldest face

Hatred

The reliable refrain

Raze the rags of civilization

All at once retreating

Tribal warfare thrives

In the ashes of the world

Walking the worn path

Cast away the chains of enlightenment

The truth for all to see

Onward, oblivion, the resting place of progress

Sacrifice your convictions

Dominate your cherished virtues

New skin stretched over faded leather

Old refrains survive generations

Their songs, we sing

We studied all their failures

And gasped at all their crimes

And centuries past the primal rage that lingers

Deep within our

Weaker moments

An ancient language

From a dark and twisted time

Still speaks its ageless violence

Vestigial tongues somehow survive

And now, where have they fled?

Bright-eyed champions of peace?

Gone are those better angels

Here we have familiar beasts

And now, where have they fled?

Here we have familiar beasts

And now, where have they fled?

Here we are familiar beasts

The justice of gnashing teeth

Chaotic voices scream in careful tongues

A savage din filtered through modern thought

Red frothing rage defines the worth of men

So gladly led to kill by nature's hand

Walking the worn path

Onward, oblivion, the oldest face of man