Are we not men? Do our dreams not shape the world? The foolishness of Jephtha and the sickly Will of Job Myths built anew each night in ivory and horn The lies we tell ourselves so we can face the dawn Profane inheritors! Excuse in our nature Mandate to devour Given dominion, hands to pluck and scour From Pangean altars rise clouds of ochre smoke Vivisectionist eyes stream Their God enjoys his joke For ours is the kingdom, the power and the fury... Profane inheritors! Are we not men?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
