Psychaesthetic – Talion lyrics

And he who seeks what's true shall never find
The crowns of archaic kings
Now thorns digging in our sides
Their conscience strains to validate their lies
Like dying altars
Sealing their demise

Vaticination brings only remorse
We cut ourselves on barbs of incantation and of words
For divination comes not of our swords
We'll not see revenance
For any endeavours

Awakened by the sound
In our wake we'll leave a storm

And when our fire is raging
And their structures start to fall
Our eyes will hold the radiance
Reclamation of our souls

And still we wade through this atrocity
Like misremembered men
Our souls begging to be free
Yet in their haste they've cast us all away
Still we must move on
And be what it is to be