Novus Ordo Seclorum Lyrics

In towns with foul stomachs
I hear the machines walk
I hear the rust howling
I have lost my name
In their pale fingers
I have walked in the depths
Where builders build upon
Mass graves
I have seen their totems of human flesh
Dregs of the wan faces
And the juice of abortions
Running as far
As their wounded
Warheads
Cockroaches with human form
Clutch at their flanks
Hoping to suck the life
Tasty like oil
They find only death
And collision of corpse
My shadow parches
Under the black eye of the sun
What gets up carry death and its throat is black of sick dawns
No gipsy winter
Not the crawling chaos of dogmas
Nor the plague of usurped beliefs
I saw tiny cracks in the mothers glance
I saw cesspools filled with manlike dust
I spent my nights to deliver misery along these long wan wounds
I ramble, somnabulist for the greedy day
And my shadow parches
Under the black eye of the sun
No gipsy winter
Not the crawling chaos of dogmas
Nor the plague of usurped beliefs
I saw tiny cracks in the mothers glance
I saw cesspools filled with manlike dust