From the recording Restless Dreams
Lyrics
Faceless father conquers the weak
Nameless brother mounting the meek
Bonded to the frame
The bed and her the same
The number of the feast is 23 at least
I've nothing left to fear of their abstract care
Shameless mother hushing true speech
Voiceless victim clutching the knife
Distressed debris leaving that life
The number of the feast is 23 at least
I've nothing left to fear of their abstract care