Текст песни Burn The Priest - Ruiner

How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts
All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full of nothing but dust
A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless pawns for faceless kings,
Shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre greed
Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly
The fury of the sun has passed into the hands of men
Whose hands were already too full of abused strength and anger,
Of abused strength and power
Bio-economics killing again and again