All the temples we shall rule The devils cavern we shall burn Impatience is our hallowed tomb We finalize this annihilation Where to lay the waste Across these tattered eaves? Amongst these high roads There exists deception Unholiness to every element of Staged election I am crouched, gnawing at the crows feet Dusted fingernails, bury the hatchet Lithium nightmares, spinal infarction Fear the valiant, the many They will come in droves To spite our world