Our ancient cult from a bygone age Tenets spoken, never seeing the page Devout beliefs of the warrior class Passed through the ages in our mithraea
They called a gathering in Nicea Constantine and his council of bishops The decision was made to define our faith as heathen and expel us from their lands Oh the madness To expunge the unconquerable sun They've desecrated all our idols and left them to decay
The lion headed, entwined by serpents Symbol of time destroyed How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street Violence seeps into everything Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray Vengeance be my name I will not bow to your false prophet Return me to the soil again
A tale of loss and tragedy Proliferation of catastrophe
They called a gathering in Constantinople Theodosius and his ecumenical council The final nail, those united by the hand shake besieged
Gone are the feasts in our sacred caves They are but ruins, left to disintegrate The lion headed, entwined by serpents Symbol of time destroyed How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street Violence seeps into everything Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray Vengeance be my name I will not bow to your false prophet Returned to the soil again
I slayed the bull Non Serviam I slayed the bull Non ServiamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
