The gods that are now, and
The Gods that once were
They flee from their high places
As the heavens turn to ashes
The wail of the frightened
Is the curse of the Kali
The spell to bring death knell
On your heads,on your heads
All the soirees and the silver
Them parades in war ensemble
All your portraits golden gleaming
Go to dust, turn to rust
All your feasts and fornication
All your bad deeds with the good ones
Are decreed to be forgotten
Like things that never happened
Songs of ghosts, voice of dead men
Cursive curls of smoke and vapor
Like black stains on blackened paper
Nothing more, nothing more
All the bards that you fattened
Are but birds for our arrows
Even language must be murdered
On the day that's surely coming
So don't count on your tales spun
Of blue blood and rights divine
Heaven sent, destiny's child
For the tongues are thrown to crows
We are mourning now but morning
come, we'll forge an Armageddon
Wheels always turn full circle
Rest assured, rest assured
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