Sulphur English - Inter Arma

Beware the charlatan

Slinking amongst

The pallid colonnades

Beware his garb

Of threads woven

In gilded opulence

Beware his forked tongue

Its diction foul and impenitent

Delivered on the winds of sulphur’s breath

Its noxious arguments

Crudely spun into a mesh of bedlam and fallacy

The charlatan sets his eyes towards the throne

Tongue adrip in revolting ecstasy

And the lackeys gnash their pearly teeth

Pining for his next decree

Erect and euphoric with unquenched delusion

Thirsting for a power absolute

Their intentions reek of an impure faith

Born from the promise of a glutton’s lust

Their minds too dull and weak-willed to break

Servants to the charlatan’s every desire

Sever the corrupt tongue

Of the imperious fool

Silence the gangrenous root

Of his abhorrent voice

Sever the corrupt tongue

Of the imperious fool

Silence the gangrenous root

Of his abhorrent voice

Beware the charlatan

Slinking amongst

The pallid colonnades

Sever the corrupt tongue

Of the imperious fool

Silence the gangrenous root

Of his abhorrent voice