Light up the beacons. I’m sending out the signal because tonight your revolution ends.
The lampstand removal of unholy ritual for violence the sirens will wail.
Enough, I’ve heard enough of all your promises. Your deeds have made my stomach turn.
Enough, I’ve had enough of all your crusades. Your throne is swallowed by the earth.
Your throne becomes a crater in the earth.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.
Your secrets unearthing, Your barriers Are peeling back to reveal your devilry.
In blood runs the writing on walls that are crumbling.
So what will it take for the sheep to say, “Enough?”
By your own rope you’re hanging high. You wear your hunger to play the oppressor
Like jewels of the crown on your head. No mercy is shown when mercy’s not given.
Your halo will hang you instead.