From Scribe To Ashes - Psycroptic

The pen is mightier than the sword

Yet we burnt the paper that we needed

The flames alluring… high on destruction

Writings and teachings turned to ashes

Ironic, foolish

Left to write with only a blade

Etchings were created

Carved for aeons within man

Amazed by its elegance

It easily seduced us

To submission

In our beds we had our throats slit

A collective massacre of will and reason

Outsmarted by the stupid

The enlightened blinded by light

Were part of the cult

Forever lambs to the slaughter

Elements of old remain

But polluted by the new

Continuing to taint the truth

The few who strive are scorned

The scorned who believe are condemned

An appalling state of man