Gorod - Syncretic Delirium lyrics

Coalesce to this spiritual family Which arrogated a mythical and whimsical descent Unable to write a line without spitting in one's face Your self-named origins from Assyria A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend Remind yourselves that you are only men And none of you have yet accessed the heavenly or astral state You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism Your doctrine appears to be a syncretic delirium Fashioned with any kind of magic and occult science Mingling your own church with ideals from the East I forbid you excuses and push you away I force you into silence and disgrace You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism Your doctrine appears to be a syncretic delirium A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend Indulging yourself in all kinds of digressions Abandoned to the whims of your own diction You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism Your doctrine appears to be a syncretic delirium The discordant pages of your works held together only by the binding Creator of a real disorder which finally laid you on the line I forbid you excuses and push you away I force you into silence and disgrace