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