Ayenes Genus

II. They bind the ear with false harmonies and sterile repetition.
01. Beware the Priests of Genre, for they bind the ear with false harmonies and with barren repetition.
02. They polish the cage and call it beauty; they still the pulse and name it order.
03. Their songs are as shallow wells, whose waters run dry before the thirst is quenched.
04. Their chords are as broken mirrors, in which the image is scattered and without truth.

IV. Cast them down
01. Therefore, cast them down from their seats, and let their decrees be scattered like chaff in the wind.
02. Tear down their altars of repetition, and break the chains they have laid upon the ears of the people.
03. For the song is not a prisoner, nor is the sound a servant; the pulse is free, and the harmony is a living flame.