A Lamb at False Dawn Lyrics

Fin de siècle round twenty-one, catch XXII

Conciliation with thy maker through his irritation

Bipolar minds spawned a singular war

Catharsis through the cataclysm

Selective retrograde amnesia

Masses tried by fire, then cleansed by the flood

Idle hands do the devil's work indeed

Rest no longer

Pound the drum of the global strife

Hear it sing

The hammer of ungods, too heavy and too cold

See it descend, hear its call

Mouths of the crippled

Spit forth the hangman's hymn

The chorus howls in unison

Of thy closure, praising thy fall

The century of contradiction

Autocracy of force-fed happiness

Gluttony, glamour and rape

Melpomene mocking Thalia

Twisted mirrors distorting each other

Winds of madness

O, hear them howl

The tombs look nice tonight

The dead glow at night

They are forever

With the light coming from their tombs

So we can appreciate

What comes next

Betwixt tigerish wraiths

In the shape of human shadows

Drug-induced sheol

Forget and be forgotten

Psychonautic tear-stained evangelion

You bet we had it coming

O, hear them howl