The words they slept in shadows, Unspoken in the night. When a hand reached forth With nightshade blade, To poison anothers plight.
Sweet dreams, Oh Lord of Lamentations. Let the aether surround With reams of false augmentation. For the sick and the weak Those we ignore and mistreat Are no longer eight hours away. Empires will fall While we rest and decay Cerebrally enslaved To the light of day.