Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others Lyrics - That Within Blood Ill-tempered - Shai Hulud

Rest assured 

This is sincere 

This is true 

Let this be my writ of misanthropy 

To a thankless world of men 

Who have perfected nothing 

Save the art of accusation 

Woe is he that feels compelled to pen 

Even one word of hatred 

I know the hate within passion 

With which I love is a travesty 

Let this writ acknowledge these facts 

How I miss the warmth of red blood 

The color of pitch is cold and hard 

And it's merciless to the tenderhearted 

How I miss the strength of red blood 

Its susceptibility to burn jet 

And the might to withstand a brutal scorching 

How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood 

To the gross advantage 

This blood must not go to waste 

All is not yet lost 

Take these words of blood ill-tempered 

Take these words and 

Cut deep 

Lacerate the soiled flesh 

Impact the brittle bone 

And we all will bleed together 

May this blood pave the way to solution 

We have all been so wrong 

Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard 

Communication and behavior 

Reason is clouding 

Hearts are hardening 

And the result is murder 

This age is grave bound 

Likewise, its aging successors 

Aging, all the while, descending 

Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos 

Life among hyenas and asps under vultures 

That pick at the corpses of the fallen 

And man will continue to suffer unto itself 

Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example 

Chaos must succumb to order 

Lest these days be numbered 

I cannot contribute to disarray 

I simply cannot relate 

Let this be my act of defiance 

Let this be my refusal to fit in 

Let this be my writ of anthropy