Strike or be stricken The masses are cold and aging We must escape through numbness The time of the predator has come The dust will never settle Those who remain loyal to snakes Shall be the first to taste venom Ground is scorched-denial is forged Let this be the final act of arson The dust will never settle In the search for solitude and silence The righteous will answer to the cynic I dare not hold my fucking tongue Alien in nature and strength of the mystick Forbid or be forbidden There is honor in every crime Just don't search for meaning When the end result is blinding ash