Ovid's Withering - Exile lyrics

Curiosity consumes the ma**es, and the Mad King Augustus proselytizes Those who dare cross his name Save the primitive touch of innocence I will not falter in this For I remained untouched by these earthly desires The makers will retaliate both in life and und**h Deliverance from the conscious Banished to the black sea, detached from all of his society “You’ll plea for d**h, d**h by virtuous hands.” They have risen from the ashes of the throne The tome of the Necrogod Consecrating a symposium befouled Left in the hands of the fallen “You’ll pay for this, betrayer! I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of blasphemy. I have given myself. I belong to the damned. Exiled for eternity.” Exile Conceived in the threshold of transformation Ethereal algorithms eclipsed in prophecy They have risen from the ashes of the throne The tome of the Necrogod Consecrating a symposium befouled Left in the hands of the fallen “You’ll pay for this, betrayer! I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of blasphemy. I have given myself. I belong to the damned. Exiled for eternity. Let it be written in this pa**age of lore For all of these wretched children, all these wretched who*es A maniacal wasteland lay before him To ignore disease is to be consumed. To be naive is to entice war.” It begins. Slowly I crept in - their black tongues flickering betwixt their blistered skin A most unbiblical chord...all by the grace of the serpent-lord. "I stand upon the husks of dead heroes to unearth the tome of the Necrogod, and now the visions are clear! We murder to dissect."