Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east

Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased

Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tides

Bound by the science that lives on the lips of the wise

The beating of a million drums

The fire of a million guns

The mother of a million sons

Civilization

Lost in the silence, they bow to the call of the east

Tantalized and seduced by the demons released

Ears to the ground by the whim of the merciless sky

Onto the fire that burns in the all seeing eye