Trenches of Fortune Lyrics

Lacerated backs reflecting sunlight in the mud sweating unto swine in the heaps they occupy. Lowered into flames when their bodies surrender to vicious heat and thirsting of their souls.

Steeds with fingers and sorry eyes, urinating down dirt covered legs and onto their captive feet, stepping in excrement left by neighbored kin ahead.

Water women slur about barely tasting life, their misery profound, holding the abundance god-ward, mocking laughing abandon.

No will to fend from the whip wielded by unhidden face weaponized by woe-less power. Bathing asses poison the springs rendering disease to the man flock. Crops of humanity plundered their famine purchased by greed. Unitary fates are sealed in mortar back-whipping pyramid slavery.

Generations of blood seep from layers of stone foundations built by the elder while bitter peaks bear flesh of the son to everyday extinguished mankind.

Offerings to the burning stars above. Glowing censers redden the night plumes as bodies are torched into halves. Sandblasted frowns bleed with quivering lips, silently lamenting inescapable night watch; guards amputate hope from the work dogs by exhausting testicles into the starved.

"Build these walls, ye accursed ones - with your bruised bodies and soulless blood - unspat upon my posthumous erection."

Ripened cadavers leak as rotting fruit cracked open by starving worms of the dead. Unquestioned eyes loom down from afar, gazing upon the trenches of fortune.