Mors Aut Lībertās Lyrics

Burning up the herb and incense.
Living this shit life and working everyday.
Trapped as well by existence.
Mastered by this corrupted low way.
Yet it IS freedom one should seek
when one looks in void places of the soul.
Finding outrage and hope
to wish to break the chains of servitude.
Stoke the flame and agitate the pyre.
Do not let it pass away and smother.
Only to be forgotten by time
and future generations locked in chains.
I am a blasphemer to what is perceived as "the way".
Bare not down upon me the burden of any systems.
For it is not mankind that is in poverty,
yet mankind IS this poverty.
Winter comes hard for a flock led astray
by shepherds blinded that have lost their way.
Following the Siren songs of acceptance.
Into the wolf's den and into the pot you go.
And you will burn for those you have led astray.
And what magic was you trying to summon,
stirring up mens hearts to action?
Revolution and change?
This is paid in blood.
Not by obliging the chains to bind you.
Nor by giving up your spark.
Raise your fire for All the Gods to see.
For your soul to be free.