Drafting the Phalanx Lyrics

Who protects the flock when the shepherd pays no mind? Wolves at leisure tend to thin the fold. Lycanthropic chain of thought consumes me; asserting obsessive dominance. Most start screaming once they gather from the carnage that their loved ones have already met moribund; and they're next. I take my pick of the helpless servants. It doesn't matter who or how' just how many. Keep recruiting these perfect soldiers; perfect drones. They'll soon find what they are to become. Won't you beg for your life; futile. No one tends to your prayers these days; since man's sin far surpassed saturation God has been despondent.

No reason not to quarter infants where they lie; a body is a body to be counted when they're found. You've been misled to think that He's perfect and that He cares. See now the glaring indifference for your pathetic life. No reason not to quarter infants where they lie; a body is a body to be counted when they're found.

I will expound upon the fact that you're nothing to Him. Bound and shrieking wretchedly; where is your God now? Realize that no one will save you. Is this sufficient proof for you? No God is concerned with how your life might end. May I utilize your life to return the pain? Enlist of i'll force you to comply. Your immortal soul is mine. I'll add you to the mound of men at arms. Gather the rotting flesh in a horde; a heap of new recruits are already scarred and twitch in the readiness for war. The pain will fall upon the Lord.

I take my pick of the helpless servants. It doesn't matter who or how' just how many. Keep recruiting these perfect soldiers; perfect drones. They'll soon find what they are to become. No reason not to quarter infants where they lie; a body is a body to be counted when they're found.