I am unable to be cleansed for the stain of heresy runs deep
"The soul must be saved" the pyre is now lit.
The tongue is taken; blinded by the twisting of the tourniquet
Ears bored out, lost to everything and unable to express
It has taken root in our minds and eaten into our flesh
Beasts and gods overlap,
Pious words substitute reality to cloud minds.
A Deo rex, a rege lexa
"The soul must be saved" the pyre is now lit.
The tongue is taken; blinded by the twisting of the tourniquet
Ears bored out, lost to everything and unable to express
It has taken root in our minds and eaten into our flesh
Beasts and gods overlap,
Pious words substitute reality to cloud minds.
A Deo rex, a rege lexa