Shrines of Paralysis - Ulcerate

Kneel before craven decrees

Admonished from on high

Chained to a perception of flawless mortals

Within shrines of closed minds

The affliciton of man

There are none immune

Cling to destructive ideals

To figments of rapture

Until the final moment

None will concede

Straying from the passages which we have carved ourselves

With indignation glaring from reflections

All that remains from the burdens of flowing blood

Are expanses of dust

Effigies of false purpose

Corroding

The final hours are not for remorse

But for contempt

With ascendancy weighing down

Plead to the shrines

Release us

We must tie the ends of unknown

Withdraw into the pale

In this scantuary of death

Revere the inertia

Resisting breath

Turn away all prayers

The collapse is owed to stagnation

Shrines of aparalysis