When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring
You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of the experience of our World. You shall join the chorus of praise that flows from the absolute perfection we have created by the sole power of our will
We shall bleed you white
We shall bleed you white
But you will think that it is an act of unconditional love
We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail, we shall keep the dagger near
As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace. It shall therefore be the cement of our society
When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring, place your faith in this promise!
When the final resistance hangs on the gallows…
Hangs on the gallows…
[We know your souls and inner musings intimately. Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains to the glory of that which is to come shall be as familiar to you as the lullabies your mother sang when you were but an
Infant. Those unwilling to lend an ear will face coercion by the Sword
We shall give you a stage and you shall perform your prescribed heroic roles in front of ancestors, contemporaries and posterity, present even in the sands of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans: the
Scorching spotlight is on you, how could you possibly walk back from the precipice now?…
You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles, at war under the walls of Troy: a godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate. To those begging for mercy at your knees, you shall answer with a blade through the throat
To the defeated you shall show no respect: their bodies will be desecrated. When you fall, we promise you remembrance, immortal glory: kléos áphthiton. After all, what wouldn't men do, only to escape oblivion…
You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of the experience of our World. You shall join the chorus of praise that flows from the absolute perfection we have created by the sole power of our will
We shall bleed you white
We shall bleed you white
But you will think that it is an act of unconditional love
We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail, we shall keep the dagger near
As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace. It shall therefore be the cement of our society
When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring, place your faith in this promise!
When the final resistance hangs on the gallows…
Hangs on the gallows…
[We know your souls and inner musings intimately. Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains to the glory of that which is to come shall be as familiar to you as the lullabies your mother sang when you were but an
Infant. Those unwilling to lend an ear will face coercion by the Sword
We shall give you a stage and you shall perform your prescribed heroic roles in front of ancestors, contemporaries and posterity, present even in the sands of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans: the
Scorching spotlight is on you, how could you possibly walk back from the precipice now?…
You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles, at war under the walls of Troy: a godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate. To those begging for mercy at your knees, you shall answer with a blade through the throat
To the defeated you shall show no respect: their bodies will be desecrated. When you fall, we promise you remembrance, immortal glory: kléos áphthiton. After all, what wouldn't men do, only to escape oblivion…
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