Ritualist - The Cost of a Lie’s Reflection

Ritualist - The Cost of a Lie’s Reflection Stream - Lyrics: Masses, hungry masses in the wasteland below Brought by the famine tide Herding in from each corner of this wasted horizon That chokes on the dust of their wake They bring with them only scars and starvation Brought about by the crimes for they now wish to atone Exactly what has been foretold Has arrived despite their ignorance Gathered before them In desperation Redemption withheld Built on the backs of lies embedded in time Soon to be unveiled Common and disgusting vermin They disgrace us with their presence We know we’re not the same But long since we’ve been warned These signs of rolling plague Unknowingly harbored by peasants now they have arrived We once gave them purpose, rose them up from the dirt We had made them as a legion, loyal and unyielding A holy oath soiled, spoil