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 putrescent 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