Architects Of Ruin

All you architects of ruin

You who draft the dark designs

You who forge the silent weapons

You who sell the fatal lines

You who hide in gilded towers

Counting coins with steady hands

I can see through your illusions

Like the cracks across the land

You have never built a shelter

You have never healed a soul

All your craft is cold destruction

All your plans are death and stone

You put the burden on the many

While you vanish from the fight

And you cover up your faces

When the bombs ignite the night

You assemble all the pieces

For the lives you hold on lease

And the profit never ceases

Though the cries will never cease

You keep watch on rising numbers

Like a prophet for the prize

While the blood of countless children

Paints the earth with your sacrifice

You have sown the worst of terrors

That the human heart can ever know

Fear that brings forth sons and daughters

Into futures cold death throws

For the unborn yet unspoken

You have broken every promised claim

You’re not even worth the crude blood

That still courses through your veins

You can say that I am younger

You can say that I am green

But I’ve seen enough already

What your empires really mean

For there is no god or savior

That would pardon what you do

Not the prophets, not the martyrs

Not even the one you pray unto

Here’s one last question for you

As your shadow starts to fade

Will the weight of all your silver

Ever balance what you’ve made?

When the hourglass is empty

And your body turns to dust

All the kingdoms you constructed

Will collapse with all your lust

And I hope your reign is ending

And the end is drawing near

I will follow through the foggy silence

As the casket disappears

And I’ll stand above the graveyard

’Til the earth reclaims your breath

For the architects of ruin have fallen

And their legacy is death