Bow Before The Oligarchy

Bow before them
Compelled to kneel
Avert your eyes

Years of crawling
Lost halcyon
Three years of dusk

A dark arrival
A blade slices then from now
Hills filled with the dead

Their hissing words are serpent threats
Swordpoint genuflection
Their homes have all been burned

Chained... Chained... Chained...
To unfinished work
Chained... Chained... Chained...
The fettered ones perish

Bow before them
Avert your eyes
Compelled to kneel