Violent Constellations

Those men who wish to exalt themselves

As Gods believe they will

Dwell amid the heavens forever

Those men who wish to exalt themselves

As Gods will meet an ardent demise

As cruel as any end they’ve overseen

“We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke

Our barbarism knows no bounds

Our blades know not of remorse

We will tear them from their strongholds

And baptize them with our savagery

We will tear them from their strongholds

And judge them with eyes enlightened by death

“We violent ones, we last longer.”

“We violent ones, we last longer.”

Our barbarism knows no bounds

Our blades know not of remorse

Those men who wish to exalt themselves

As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy

Our ears will fall deaf to their cries

Those men who wish to exalt themselves

As Gods will cede to our rage

Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay

A fist for the visage

Of tyranny

A blade for the throats

Of tyrants