Ghosts Of A Dead Empire from More Constant Than The Gods

One score for stepparents and the Seven Dwarves Falling all over yourselves To be the fairest in the land Slavery to a cruel idol Slavery to a hollow fable Don’t forget that your Aryan lust has led To one hundred men hanging from trees amid the circling crows And as only the obscure know, the tainted fruit never ends They opened your mouth and they poured in the good of the land Then they chained and leashed you to their heavenly plan Now the ghosts of a dead empire are written all over your face Along with the failed ruins of their version of eternal grace