The Rat Eaters - Byzantine

Oh God I feel I have lost my flock

We are scattered and without reason

There is no strength in our stock

The wolves pick up on our weak scent

Trapped by a system that heralds discrimination

Underneath an unclean sun your caste will be revealed

Wallow in servility your branded the Musahar

Toiling while the hours pass so slowly like drifting dust

Held by laws obscene by all is our unfortunate gift to the world

Victims of a religion that blackens me as my neighbors' slave

Bodies filled with poverty burns slow above the fire

Violence from the provocation of shadows touching higher castes

Oh God I feel I have lost my flock

We are scattered and without reason

There is no strength in our stock

The wolves pick up on our scent

Inside on hallowed sins I pray

To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide

Inside on hallowed sins I pray

To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide

Oh God I feel I have lost my flock

We are scattered and without reason

There is no strength in our stock

The wolves pick up on our weak scent