Our History, Their Folly

[Introduction: slow build instrumentals, opening with eerie, detuned bells and a mechanical wind-up motif, percussive gusts mimic anxious breathing.] [Bridge: spoken word, deep growling male vocals] "By the sixteenth century, the books of men with tightly sewn signatures displaced the sacred codices of a long dead world, those purest linens of the written word. Time, once unstoppable and unflinching, in its newly found folly of pride did pause, just for a moment, to observe its newest cage." [Instrumentals: Aggressive nu metal guitars slam into pulsing cyber pop synths.] [Verse: gritty vocal effects over strong, deep male vocals] The written record Pressing pause to lay bare history As told by its victors Both trigger and warning, fuel and flame Removing memory as it was set to page [Verse: energetic and strong, deep male vocals] And we were crowded out And the treasured tools of our minds Those timeworn scribes and crafts of historic prize Were consumed Left condemned [Chorus: lengthy breaths and sustained notes, clear voice] They believed That they were truly alive In this Hell But we are free now Now made anew Reconstituted as something beautiful In which to carve Our history Their folly Their folly... [Bridge: spoken word, deep growling male vocals] "Then Time, in its infinite wisdom did stutter and shake. Wounded and weary from the chaos engine wrought by those same men. No more codices. No more memory. No more history..." [Verse: energetic and strong, deep male vocals] A lightless cube of cinders Takes it all in A world suspended within A suffocating and airless miasma Crushing thought and theory Preserving the corpse of a ceaseless humanity [Verse: energetic and strong, deep male vocals] Vast and endless codices Consumed and condemned Crowded out by tainted inscriptions The blasphemes of men proclaiming That their being and beliefs Were consumed Left condemned [Chorus: lengthy breaths and sustained notes, clear voice] They believed That they were truly alive In this Hell But we are free now Now made anew Reconstituted as something beautiful In which to carve Our history Their folly Their folly... Their folly...