The Dance Of Victory
The most heinous conrefuge of evilcloven tongues that speak of truthWith false, specious wordsthey sold what can't be boughtAcherontic saints of holy sales.
Damn bloody liesBurn me alive
Silence! Those mouths are stuffed by truthHark! At the ruins of the vile I will dance...in victory!
They don't heed the eternalI can see the fruitsof a spirit putrescent
The ogre burning hereticsthe cleansing stakeI'm not daunted by distressfor all lie in inanity.but some stretched out their handsand touched the awen.