Harbinger’s Bell Lyrics

What is this heresy? Who is this that you feign?

Weak minded renegade, dour, frightened, dismayed

Engender loyalty, embrace the royalty

Imprisoned and destroyed, final gambit employed

What is this heresy? Who is this that you feign?

Weak minded renegade, dour, frightened, dismayed

Appalled by their reign of terror, our protagonist began to question his cohorts

And with waning confidence, he stood before his lords

With eloquence and indignation, he set about his noble pitch

And intended to ramble without a hitch

But before he could utter a sentence, he was struck upon his head

For boldly going where no mortal man would dare to tread

Just as he awoke, the sole of a boot was forced into his back

A kick mighty enough for his spine to crack

Intent on inflicting blindness

As punishment for his hubris

With hollow eyes and shallow minds

They cinch him with trichromatic binds

Circuit bend biology

Soldering neurology

"Without the weight of your brain, you'll fly

And for a fair exchange - your eyes"

Left to die a shameful death

Chained to stone until his last breath

A vagabond with four senses

Detested deserter, contrite and pensive

A sound he knows but cannot place

The Harbinger's Bell resonates

Without the distraction of perception

Quiet sounds strike with aggression