Blight the Ground I Walk Lyrics

Your choices have brought your lives,
Before our hand, in fist,
We strip this
ground,
By ember and blade we cleanse, this time
Slipping through the groove
in the glass, white sand,
Pure as this world,
Pure as this world will
be,
Their semblance is the gloss of moral sufferance,
A pretense of things
to come,
Lucid is this corrosion plan,
They will become undone,

Your
crimes have been brought before our eyes,
In blood, we reap the tainted of
life,
For treason dies,
Relieve their masquerade, and cure the
corrupt,
Blight the ground I walk.