Lyrics Last Empty Tradition - Falls of Rauros

Last Empty Tradition

Loyal to the shapes they delineate
Intolerance the marrow of their poetry
Abject borrowed luxury
Cenotaphs pledged to daughters still living
Engraved in the foul script of disregard
Uncaring blind marriage to disrepair
Hollow architects plying frameworks
Built to author our bondage to sorrow
Broadcast the
Unfettered parlance of distance
Through the airwaves
Impregnable
To the fangs of the venomous
Emblazoned shield and
Tempered steel to bleed those
Who have sworn oaths to subjugate
Everything with a beating heart
Last empty tradition
Demand restitution
For their courtship with autocracy
That exhumes and rekindles old enmity
Smoldering in the eyes of their sons
When their parapets crumble
They will not be acquitted
Yet their blood will not stain our hands
Shatter entire mythologies
Bearing armaments of impulse
And no heart closed to the want of another
And no shape without movement