Led Astray Songtext
von Vengeur

A soldier is a servant to his country
The warrior, protector, the destroyer
A soldier is a servant to another soldier
His ally, brother, wife, and lover

Do violet glans remind him of the velour dawn
To which steel odonates glide in a roaring storm?
Or the rewards that will exalt him on return?
The dress of his misguided father
The damaged nails of his mother

As infirm nephrite
Separates the buttocks
The same way a knife parts layers
Of gutted enemies
A wound deep, red, and aching

Pathetic dribble overarching
Fables of sordid valiance
Behind, between the lines
Without remorse
And little to no jubilance


Such envy thrives in place of intercourse
Mind you, not a cog in the machine
But one who knows the role of discipline

They do not lie before the law
Cowards cutting the wings of others short
With bloodied hands that reek of turpentine
Press down the rod into the shaft
To memories of sentencing own kin

Vigilant officers will rim
Old dents prostrated on the desk
Exude denunciations
Discarding failures as drafts
Nomenclature has authored codices of dissent

In acts
Of princeful dispensation
One should make use of abstract fact

Would you inquire into the composition of these men?
Quick wit and industry
Nothing else


Nevertheless
Our venal ministry
Rejects symmetrical proximity
Likewise, we live off the vicinity
Of prosecuted into laid

Packs broken, scattered in disarray
Running, shivering and blinded
We know we are divided
The only thing we shouldn′t be

We hold our hands together
We rape and kill together
Believe me
All we could do is for the better

Under a monument violently erected
On a grim pedestal
With some text engraved
Volatile presence called Nexus

A system that rewards bystanders
Should compensate for impotence
Religious order of betrayers
Aphotic culture and backstabber prayers

Of swarming heroes
Who will make you learn

And you will see
As you return
Fall to the knees
Before the burning kingdom
A ruined palace and disemboweled home

One fights for their country
To die for such freedoms
A blast scattering across the plain
The insides, still harboring the sperm
Planted by the fellow man

Someone has to watch over our shoulders
As long as we remember our plan
As long as they can stand
We will still see the way
We can't be led astray!