A Man Without War Is A Man Without Peace - Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

Man without war, there’s no life in your breath

You say you are free, but your spirit is dead

Brother of fools, all your comrades are gone

Through the passing of life, you don’t need anyone

Imbecile sister, your judgment is dead

Your soul is escaping, through a hole in your head

Man with no soul, your substance is gone

You no longer search, and look for the sun

Love me, defeat me, and fear me

Lust me, abuse me and smear me

Choke me, provoke me and feed me

Kiss me, seduce me, abuse me and need me

Man without peace, we tried for so long

You said you could see, but your concepts are gone

Your skin made of marble, your hands made of ice

The hunger you quench, you pay with your life

Man without hope, a coin for your soul

The madness has come, and soon you’l implode

Imbecile sister, your soul was for sale

The honor you sheltered, now tasteless and frail