The Siege of Aracaju

A palisade is our defense, wait
Stand your ground and do not hold your breath
We have one feeling for their scriptures: Hate
The only intent of their reason, death

We know their false, ruthless mercy trap
A God of love only for their own
Their treachery is now naked, shame
Our empty bodies without organs scrape

A world based on pure cruelty
Yes, what I say is bizarre
Thus we'll remake humanity
Dance with your wrong side out

They kneel down in terror
They kneel down in terror

Nomad, stray machine of war
No tree but a rhizome, spread
No deep to be prospected, why
All beings to be created, death