The most heinous con
refuge of evil
cloven tongues that speak of truth
With false, specious words
they sold what can´t be bought
Acherontic saints of holy sales.

Damn bloody lies
Burn me alive

Silence! Those mouths are stuffed by truth
Hark! At the ruins of the vile I will dance
... in victory!

They don´t heed the eternal
I can see the fruits
of a spirit putriscent

The ogre burning heretics
the cleansing stake
I´m not daunted by distress
for all lie in inanity.
but some stretched out their hands
and touched the awen.