Creed of Tyrants

Wretched villains rise

From the settled dust

Creed of tyrants

Form from loss and tragedy

Code of men stripped with no loyalty

We sat on the fence line

And hunted down angels

With all hope lost far and gone

Fill the void of angst with

Whatever pieces fit

Failure invites doubt into our eyes

Strip the mind until thoughts run blank

Rape the soul of ideals held close

Life slips like sand between your fingertips

Follow the henchmen upon a pale horse

To lead into eternal truth

One man mounted of wings rises to power

Seven heads separate

Forms the beast of Revelation

Kingdoms divided are brought to desolation