Testo Subterfuge

Survival is not guaranteed in strange, tumultuous timesWhen the quest of our humanity strays from the narrow lineThe cause of world insanities rests deeply on the fewWhose self-inflicted vanities require your servitudeIn days of lies and subterfuge are times most opportuneTo drain the living aptitude from those who feel entombed A species cannot tolerate predation from withinWith power indiscriminate and lack of disciplineSo with the captains of these mighty nations awash in a sea of blind mistrustThe man on the street receives information designed to conceal the obviousThroughout this madness, an offer of true and lasting peaceTo soldier and philosopher, demoniac and priestAnd when the curtain falls around us in megaton tormentBecause the kings of men have failed again in obscene impudenceIt will only be the ending of a strange, tumultuous dreamFor those who've found the Saviour, waiting and willing