The Corpse Legions Lyrics

Though trained in mind and body, the corpse walks without aim,
Bereft of direction, save that of the moral phallus,
Which waves from far away, reminding him that his fight is just.
As the bullets fly onwards and earth heaves upwards from combustion,
The carefully gilded veneer covers a mind bent on survival.
No gold leaf can cover this: To survive is to eliminate them.
Verily, the directionless sicken me,
And from birth I was taught to fear the Stormcrow.
Why then does my mind tug towards the heaving of earth and the falling of flesh?
A question for another time, for truly this is the reward of all pretense.
Desolation reigns in part, waiting eagerly for the next patch of life to be obliterated.
The sword falls and the rifle rises, in both implement and bearer.
The time of cowardice is nigh.
Bloody, corpse-ridden cowardice, from whence the soul stinks earthwards.