Rituals of Power - Misery Index

Smell the fear, the coming decay of all, rites of spring gone rotten

High priests, lords of artifice, lead their flocks into harm’s way

Welcome all to the new inquisition, the last shriek from the tomb

Nothing left but to burn it all down and rub the salt into the open wound

Destroy, delete, rebuild, repeat, another name carved into stone

Falsify then pretend, as we cut the cord and wait for the end

With a concrete stare, rituals of power

The dead eyes of the past, rituals of power

Up to the gates of Armageddon, rituals of power

Until we’re all one with the dust, rituals of power

Still they cling to the old superstitions, the elders, they speak in tongues

They spit words their words and they wither and wait as Cronus eats the young

Destroy, delete, rebuild, repeat, another name carved into stone

As they rot away, 200 years, straight to the grave

With a concrete stare, rituals of power

The dead eyes of the past, rituals of power

Up to the gates of Armageddon, rituals of power

Until we’re all one with the dust, rituals of power

No ones cares who lives or dies, no empathy, no compromise

The crows descend, the children mourn, the ichor spills and the crosses burn

Like Visigoths at the gates of Rome, a great decline into a great unknown

Marble eyes, obelisks, cenotaphs, Bolsheviks

Cities burn and ashes rain, no one speaks of us again

Each and all, swept away like grains of sand on the shore of time

Greed shrines, halls of emptiness, blight and shame rewarded

Cowardice with no consequence, thieves-as-gods exalted

Parasites, endless appetites, drag them to oblivion

Subjects fill the empty nest, mouths open, waiting for worms