Virtue from Echelon by Gravenchalice

Every steward boasting in failure
Generations bestow their plagues
But He Who made eyes surely sees
He Who made ears surely hears
Revelating and judging their every deed

The fallen virtues hurl bolide
As cruor scores halos white

And now sepulcher horizons await your trek of ignorance
Naked and vacuous
And now we commence demolishing Babel, viscerating Ahab
Maimed by dogs, gorged by ravens
The grievous disciples flash their teeth
Before glistening, open veins

Kiss the lips of vulture and maggot
Succulence benight

Whatever you weave in thine image fails you
And into assassin palms you fall
Charades crushed alow a multitude of funerals

Our eyes cannot go blind
Our ears cannot go deaf
Surrender thy visage unto the graven garrote

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