Lyrics:

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