Calibre - Home Of Titans lyrics

home of titans - where extension is the frame

remission is the play - in this amaranthine game

in our compulsory advance - the conquest belts the soil

we build loggers of the wild land - that never will recoil

the terms are definite - in this exhausted engine

scarred in the heaven's blood - and seared into its skin

in the contamination range - the ice turns out insane

and a merciful tariff - does not make us humane

home of titans - where dominion stuns the will

cannibals and ogres - they have a pouch to fill

in our loathsome acumen - inheritance is tyranny

our anima is overcome - and a womb is strategy

a seduction essential - in a lunatic cadence

a perfection of the style - but a murder of the sense

the executive array - operates a mercy-cane

but the occasional pardon - does not make us humane

home of titans - where we shadow our own sun

rapists and assassins - we all become

in our machinery of greed - a life is but a tool

love is a residue - innocent blood is fuel

yes we all partake - in this atrocity

this is the land of the axe - and of the mercenary

then we write out contracts - in order not to cut a vein

but hiding slaughter in four walls - does not make us humane