(Verse 1) The simple satirical sycophants, psychopaths within our world. Let loose, broken bonds, battle of the spirit rages on. Clashing swords while selling secrets, rings of pain encircle me. Bitter shallow stream, hitting rock bottom, broken feet. (Chorus) Let loose the hounds of war, let loose the army at the door. Give them raine to get it done, kill the will of the beast, the one. Manipulator of the weak, twisted horns and broken beak. Crush the head beneath the heel, judged once with no appeal. (Verse 2) Music is magical, historical fallacies represent common idiocies. Broken minds breaking apart, hollow eyes and calloused hearts. Raging at the world while willing the wind to work for me. Whispers of when the pain withers away, waiting for the wind. (Chorus) Let loose the hounds of war, let loose the army at the door. Give them raine to get it done, kill the will of the beast, the one. Manipulator of the weak, twisted horns and broken beak. Crush the head beneath the heel, judged once with no appeal. (Verse 3) Climbing high while clinging to classless societies carless cacophonies. Battles broken by beings unseen, bridges built and bulwarks buried. See the sea for simply saying please, sorrowful of sins signifies the sardonic. Drowning in deep desperation, desperate to destroy my destiny. (Chorus) Let loose the hounds of war, let loose the army at the door. Give them raine to get it done, kill the will of the beast, the one. Manipulator of the weak, twisted horns and broken beak. Crush the head beneath the heel, judged once with no appeal. (Outro) Echoes of ego ringing ever on, eviscerate the existential edge of ease. Follow false fictions of the past, finish first or finish last, failure is finality.
