Letra de The Tongue Of The Demagogue

Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun