Quod autem ad res universas attinet, quid dicere potest se vere innocentem esse?

Tear apart their rituals
Set ablaze their idols and temples

Before the altar you would kneel, for the priest to feed you the bread
You would cross yourself, convinced that you feel as if you somehow cheated the dead
They delicately planted the seed of lies within the four walls of your mind
And as every true part of you dies, veritas becomes harder to find

Mea maxima culpa (x2)

Bite the begging lips and tongues that seek to magnify the false
Throw down your bibles, pick up your guns
Open fire until they’re repulsed
By the fire burning in our eyes and the blood that’s on our hands
The smoke and ash will blot out the skies as their auto da fe demands

This ocean of carmine, the sea won’t give up its dead
This nightfall becomes us, and will never relent…never relent

We will never bow, we will never bow down to you (x4)
Bring those fuckers down, fold those motherfuckers into the earth (x4)

Ego te provoko
Quod ego sum qui intus habitat

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