The most heinous con refuge of evil
Cloven tongues that speak of truth
With false, specious words
They sold what can't be bought
Acherontic saints of holy sales
Damn bloody lies
Burn me alive
Silence, those mouths
Are stuffed by truth
Hark, at the ruins
Of the vile I will dance
[Unverified] in victory
They don't heed the eternal
I can see the fruits
Of a spirit putriscent
The ogre burning heretics
The cleansing stake
I'm not daunted by distress
For all lie in inanity
But some stretched
Out their hands
And touched the awen

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