What lying shit will be said
Children guaranteed glory in death
Freedom failing...?/Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest
Squandered youth [for the old terror/at the altar of (?)]
Blood-shod, all blind, [?]
?....they'll pay...?
In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning
How familiar [?] blood
The converted terror moves closer to carnage
Secret nobility and gilded deceit
The poison bringing composure at last/The (possibility?) an ocean of blood
His hanging face
Like a devil’s sick of sin
In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning
