Spires Burn

You are the great betrayers.
The wretches of the Earth.
Hailing with the torches
as you watch your bridges burn.

Perched upon the spires.
Towers built of filth.
Insipid your desires.
Unbearable your guilt.

Rise!
I herald the coming of the age.
When masters of the Earth
become their captor's slaves.

We fed your weakened bodies.
We kept you from the cold.
Now you curse and spit upon me.
Now your treacheries unfold.

Empty path unwinding.
A frozen deadened star.
Closing of the circle.
Returning what is ours.

Rise!
I herald the coming of the age.
When masters of the Earth
become their captor's slaves.

Rise!
You, masters of the Earth.
The ones who gave you life
will watch your temples burn.

Rise!
You, masters of the Earth.
The ones who gave you life
will watch your temples burn.