Can one see what the blind man sees
The darkness both far and near
Can one know what the deaf man knows
Or what he alone doth feel

For whom does the light wallow in the shadows
Or  when death becomes the essence of life
Fear becomes  the bliss of the wanton slayer
As he fondles a bloodied  butcher's knife

Temple gods feast upon the naked flesh
And sip blood from a gilded bowls
The masses lie sundered beneath empty stones
And lyrics of lunacy to shatter their souls