The accusar banks on our benevolance
roman spirits stir up the populace
reverent for ancient orders
ancient borders twixt iron walls
twixt soldiers spirits sired onward
the accuser waits in his walls
his palace
enthroned in ancient tomes
enslaved souls as populating his ethereal halls
do you hear their whispers
why don't you mind the cracks in the pavement
for the soldiers beneath the hammer shall find the loop
shall find frigs suit
will find hawks under eye lids
as you sleep, they burn
and as they burn
they live
and if living is prohibited
well
they shall rise as phoenix down
again and again as the accuser waits