[Lyric] Scorn (Arbitrator (US))

Each bated breath is frozen in time among the frost
Beneath the morning star that guides the lost
Each star reveals suspended prayers in the names of fallen gods
Who’d have us bow to them

Each breath an effigy of fears never expelled
Hung in the air like shrines to glorify the unknown
The gods to which we bow are the ones who already fell
Hung by the noose of shortcomings that were their own

Guided by hatred instilled within us since our birth
We race the rising sun to where the sky opens first
We are the offspring of a masochistic Mother Earth
Resigned always to hunger, and always to thirst

We are inheritors of a kingdom never earned
The bastard sons of the unholy and the cursed

Whether our sustenance is found in man or child
It never seems to be enough
We accept each gift granted to us by their tithes
To an indifferent world abandoned by the just
The memories of their deaths impressed upon our minds
We seek to fill the emptiness as only we must

Each carcass a frail recollection of the familiar swell
Of famine in the stomachs of the ones who still survive

To them, the instinct will still serve their needs well
Strung from birth through the threads of their minds

Guided by the delusions known to us since birth
We race the rising sun to where the sky opens first
We are the offspring of a masochistic Mother Earth
Resigned always to hunger, always to thirst

We are the shepherds of a world set to consume
The parts of itself that fight for life beneath a sinking moon

Whether or not our disciples come willingly
We will ensure they know the truth that we have seen
We’ll feast upon the fear and faith that keeps them weak
And make them know the suffering of which only we can teach

We are the primitive thoughts you wish to exhume
As, from your empathy, you are further removed
We are the constructs of the weak and confused
The ones who, in their search for gain, never have anything to lose

We are the death of all the peace that you knew
Prepared to burn the world if there is something to prove

Born of hatred passed
Through the generations we’ve abandoned
Now unearthed

The living hosts of a world once entombed

Guided by the delusions known to us since birth
We race the rising sun to where the sky opens first
We are the offspring of a masochistic Mother Earth
Resigned always to hunger, always to thirst

We are the bairn of these gods we once knew
Made in their image to bring wrath on our brood

We are the promise of an Earth soon consumed
Suffocated by the weight of the doomed

Prepared to burn the world if there is something to prove
The living hosts of a world once entombed
The living hosts of a world once entombed