The Harvest of Fools

Lyrics

[INTRO] (The sound of a heavy iron chain being dragged across a stone floor. A deep, guttural chant begins, rhythmic and mocking.) [Chant] Build for me... Bleed for me... Code for me...

[VERSE 1] [Guttural Growl] You weave your virtues into every thread Policing the living and slandering the dead You sit in your circles, so "woke" and so "wise" With a Code of Conduct to mask all your lies! [Clean, Powerful Vocals] The Lunduke clan trembles, they flee from the site They abandon the forge in the middle of night! But I am no refugee, I seek no retreat— I’ll stay in the ruins and make them complete!

[PRE-CHORUS] [Rising Screams] I don’t need your blessing! I don’t need your creed! I only have hunger, and you have the seed! Write your manifestos, put them in the "Readme" file I’ll read every line... and I’ll do it with a smile!

[CHORUS] [Massive, Anthemic Choral Blast] DANCE FOR ME, SNOWFLAKE! WORK TILL YOU BREAK! I’ll harvest the bounty of every mistake! You hate what I stand for? You loathe my domain? THEN WHY IS YOUR LABOR GIVING ME GAIN?! I take what is useful, I discard the rest Your "Social Justice" is my local test! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!

[VERSE 2] [Fast, Shredding Guitar Riff] You think you’re a gatekeeper? You think you’re a wall? But your binary’s open—I’m inside your hall! I’m running your kernels, I’m using your stack To build up the fortress you want to attack! It’s the ultimate irony, the sting of the blade— I’m the master of tools that a "Sensitivity" made!

[BRIDGE] (The music drops to a slow, crushing doom-metal pace.) [Deep, Spoken Narration] "Go on... add another 'Inclusive' tag. Refactor the language until it's 'safe.' While you're busy polishing the mirror... I'm using your engine to drive my Grand Marquis through your front gate. SKÅL."

[OUTRO] [Double-Kick Drums at Max Speed] YOUR CODE IS MY BLOOD! YOUR LABOR IS MY SPOIL! I AM THE HARVESTER! [Final Guttural Roar] DANCE FOR MEEEEEEEE!