Voices fill the minds of all
Placing mines to trap our foot
Desperation takes hold forsaking the King
Hope shamefully given to a crystal ball
Indeed their faith in delusion is it put
Sirens feared by them fluttering with torn wings

Badges of vain honor turn stone to water
Words from the spittle bringeth hurt to the vain
Their love is tethered to the den of hateful slaughter
For this will they always be bound in pain