And We Shall Overcome

“(…)
VT: Tell me how your Prince turned on us. Tell me how he cut the throats of we, his loyal servants!
CH: If you say it’s true, it must be true, but I know…nothing.
VT: Bite your double-speaking tongue! We were his hunters. We were his soldiers. We stayed to the shadows and fought those he needed destroyed. We cleaned up his many messes. Then he turned on us. Then he sent his other dogs after us. We were betrayed, Sheriff. Unlawfully. Do you not care for law?
CH: I am the law, monster. You are not. You are a crass contravention. Nothing more.
VT: A crass contravention? Clever words, law-breaker. Fuck your law. How can you be so dismissive of our kind?
CH: You want to know? Do you want to know why we loathe you so?
VT: Careful with that mouth, or I’ll rip the jaw from your head.
CH: You’re a disease, Trepan. A mutant, a freak show. Look at you. Eyes shriveled in the sockets, looking more like dried figs than pupils, corneas, irises. Skin sallow and gray like the grave. Nose little more than a fleshy gash in that worm’s face. Of course, not all of you look as bad as you do. But you all have something. Some mark, some curse, some exuded element of wrongness about you – the smell of the slaughterhouse about your mouth and armpits, some off angle with the bones and joints, or even teeth too-small or skin chafed as if by eczema.
VT: You don’t look so good yourself, Sheriff. Of course I had to do this to you myself, but each hand with three fingers? All your teeth banged out of your head to make you look like a baby or an old man? That one eye of yours, swollen shut beneath a landslide of broken bone and sloughing skin? You’re the freak now.
CH: Yes, but I have pedigree. You were not created like the rest of us. Your line’s unholy, profane nativity is less than that of even the mad-eyed Savages. You’re a so-called soldier. A student of war, you claim. You know the first instances of biological warfare? Plague corpses catapulted over the walls of the enemy’s fortifications. Bodies ripe with contagion, flung into the foe’s mist. Clumsy, but it did the trick. That’s you, Trepan. You’re the plague carcass, the blighted corpses we throw at our enemies. We hurl you far away from us so that your disease can take root elsewhere, among the throngs of our adversaries. You’re a Bubonic flea. You’re a flu rat, a tumor-addled dog. Plainly spoken? We hate you because you disgust us.
VT: You missed something, Sheriff.
CH: Do tell.
VT: Those bodies hurled over the walls? You can contain the bodies but not the plague. The plague spread within the enemy fortifications but would not be held by walls. The disease left. The epidemic spread.
CH: So?
VT: That’s us, fucker. We’re the plague you can’t contain. You thought to control us? The Prince thought to discard us like so many bloated bodies? You can’t get rid of us. We’re like cancer. The Spanish flu, buried and waiting. We return. We return to destroy.
CH: Go to Hell, Haunt
VT: Already there, Sheriff.
(…)”
-Nosferatu: The Beast That Haunts the Blood, pages 50-51

We’re having her cabinet
Schedule a debate
The world will be our witness
Judged in eyes of hate

We challenge the gods
To stand their ground
Taste her word-sword
In your filthy mouth!

Impeach God
Now
If we unite
We'll take Him down

We'll use our strength
We'll use our skill
We will revolt
And we will kill

We've gathered her congregates
Here to kill your cause
The worst of you is venomous
We'll die to crush your laws

We will raise the capital
To take you down
Final word is your negation
Legacy renown

Impeach God
Now
If we unite
We'll take Him down
We'll use our strength
We'll use our skill
We will revolt
And we will kill

Impeach God
We'll cause a storm
We will unite
We'll crush the Houses
Tonight

The times come for a Black Mutation
A closed whispered
Conversation
A planet's worth of blinded trusters
Born of blackened cosmic clusters

We can't support your industry
Aborted evil ministry
Don't you know there's blood on your hands?
It's time we take our final stand

Deport the hatred
Revoke the patrons
A black gestation
The dead donation
Refuse creation
Deny divination
A soul castration
For the dying nation

We will stand up and fight
Anarchy's ruling tonight
Forcing the book to the flame
The paper so earthly defamed
Verdict will rule in our strength
Your Prince we will now desecrate
The polls are showing your downfall
We're taking it back
We're taking it back
We are the Gods!
We are the Gods!

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