Martial Barrage - Murus Strictus lyrics

Gods of old unsilenced Their temples from the foundations of a ribald new way Hybrid malison scattered Mechanical aim directed towards the lowest possible trait Merchants of absolution sanctify doctrines of sophistry But a part of the current declivity's rancid third caste I have dared to explore the outer regions of mankind's self-encirclement And despite circumspection will not survive the judgement of nine Prosaic flocks accede to commands in tongues unknown In purest raiment they lead me to d**h Final wisdom imparted to those a**embled Spikes are thrust from beside and below A bloodied cross formed in integument For how could bread become flesh? And wine become blood Shall salvation be sought in parochial bounds? For asking these things will I burn Roped around a wooden post Chin-high is piled parched fuel In this fetishistic call for unity, is weakness to be questioned again Ashen am I! Incineration of matter repression of the anomalous Keepers of ancient knowledge Of what little survived the flames of Alexandria and Carthage These fools revile the wise, The thoughtlessness arrogate cogitation Vision stifled by the blind For on the bread of suffering and the water of tribulation Did I bridle my racing mind for seven years of darkness