Scavenger Prophets

“Rise now, ye faithful! Witness these auspicious signs The riotous winds blow with terrible greatness And sovereign purpose illuminates the grand design! Behold clamoring chaos Ripe for rapture, the multitudes await Your leaden devotion A boot to quake the earth, a fist to wield the weapons of fate" Scavenger prophets These foul vultures of loss Proudly aloft in their ill-gotten sky A swarming starving cloud The holy vermin Desperate for burden and flush with demagogue urge They see themselves as kings Reap the spoils from the tributary herds And unto a ripe world Hiss the word of god “Resurrect the esoteric words” Liars tongue Benighted reason “A fist against the weakness of the world” Coward strength Desperate urges “Arise! Arise! to meet a golden day!” Mass affliction Joyous rage, the work is never done Scavengers, vultures of loss Victims of their own invective Lives turned kindling for the flame The noble work is never-ending Lest their prayers will not be heard For every silent fear there crawls a shadow born from where no joy abounds and time is but a shrill reminder of a frail existence Not bound by memories but measured by the deepest sorrow Wither hope and rise reborn A vessel of the damned to claim the world A just doom for a savage season Cruel their purpose, cruel their death A just doom for a savage season Cruel their purpose, cruel their death Glorious freedom, the hate lives forever A just doom for a savage season From the depths of loss something worse appears Cruel its purpose, cruel its death Glorious freedom, the hate lives forever A just doom for a savage season From the depths of loss something worse appears Cruel its purpose, cruel its death