God-Forsaken Soil - Neaera

We are the Breed of a New Dawn

Born from a Different Light

We are Choking on Your Archaic Voices

We Breathe a New Age’s Mind

You Rest on your Cross and Tradition

In Defiance of Change and Progression

Against the Face of Modernism

The Holy Church of Escapism

Conservatism, Immunity and Pride

Has Pushed you Far Aside

Versus renewal and Equality

You have Mistaken Your Fear for Dignity

Avoid the Open Wide

Don’t Endanger Your Pride

Ages Keep Changing — Your Values Don’t

Upon Mere Tradition

You Build Your Fragile Thrones

You Rest On Your Cross and Tradition

In Defiance of Change and Progression

The Ancient World

A Timeless Mask?

Of Splendour, Sublimity

From Power to Neglect

A Glory Unwavering

Another Flawless Sect?

The Vatican Stands on God-Forsaken Soil

With One Foot in the Middle Ages

Hands are Bound to a Bygone Doctrine

And Eyes Allergic to Reality

Standing on God-Forsaken Soil

Cursed with Blessed Stagnation