Roots of Karametra - Break The Horns

The smoke rolled down from iron towers Black ash choking out the grain They called it strength to crush the weaker Called domination holy flame The rivers turned the color of blood-rust The children learned to fear the night And every field that once fed thousands Fed the furnaces instead He stood above the starving masses Crowned in chains and shattered bone Teaching men to worship violence So they’d never feel alone But the roots were still alive beneath him Waiting underneath the stone Break the horns Break the altars Tear the iron from the earth No god of slaughter owns the living No war machine decides our worth Raise the gardens through the concrete Raise the rivers through the flame Every seed becomes resistance Every mouth denies his name He taught the hungry to become wolves Turn brotherhood into control Turn labor into endless warfare Turn wounded men to sharpened tools Every billboard screamed consumption Every screen became a knife Every factory fed the violence Grinding living things to profit And the forests burned for fuel lines And the oceans filled with graves Still the old songs kept on rising From the ones he could not break You cannot kill the living world Without killing yourself Break the horns Break the altars Tear the iron from the earth No god of slaughter owns the living No war machine decides our worth Raise the gardens through the concrete Raise the rivers through the flame Every seed becomes resistance Every mouth denies his name Feed the people Flood the prisons Plant the rooftops Kill the system He survives through isolation Through fear Through competition Through teaching people That cruelty is strength But Karametra lives Anywhere strangers share bread Anywhere hands rebuild together Anywhere life is protected Without asking profit first Break the horns Break the engines Let the roots reclaim the wire Every act of care defies him Every garden is a fire And the towers crack like deadwood And the soil drinks the rain And the world begins remembering Life was never meant for chains Break the horns… Break the horns… Grow through the ruin… Grow through the ruin…