Dark Fortress

Another promise broken
Another falsehood thrown to the dogs
Time and time again we swallow
Our throats torn by the barbed fruit of iniquity
On our knees we wither
Starving on a hollow phantom
Discarded playthings, we crave in vain
For the benign almighty lie
Fools that we are
Even as our star goes under
We cling to the noose that will break our necks
To the benighted psalms of priests drunk with conceit
Like in the valley of linnom