Paroles de Faceless

Wraiths of the war shadow Lifeblood of the regime Rumble in the revolution star Destroyers of worlds The faceless one Sign with a cross Moat of polished wood Ink well of blood Ghosts behind the brand Destroyers of worlds The left hand knows That the right hand is reaching Taking, raping Moat of polished wood Ink well of blood The cannibal caste Destroyers of worlds Upon the polished wood Gilt framed portrait Two children smiling In the left hand And the right hand Is reaching to sign with a cross