Choir Of Corpses
If only they could have been able to grasp
what it meant to bow down in front of virtues of modern ideals
former ivory towers transformed into reeking piles of feces.
Embracing the enemies
drift and mutate into service of new religion
finding delights in the most loathsome things
furtherance of own personal hell.
Choir of corpses unable to see their own reality
that waits only few steps ahead
singing the hymns of new religions of man.
Howling with broken voices, smiling with fractured jaws
sacrifices never too great - Lure of collective martyrdom.