Heretic Hunt - Thyrane

Hear and listen!

You who sermon on purity

But stand a spectrum away from it Your trees of false knowledge

Strike root in hearts no more

From analogies you drew religion

From paradoxes you derived truth

Dilapidated are your hierarchies

A halo of filth is upon you

Only you possess the arrogance

To think such would go unnoticed

The centuries of your dominance

Have sharpened our fangs and claws

Like chameleons we have walked

Among these Jahve’s little whores

If the lord is thy shepherd

That makes you his sheep

And what a wolf is bound to do Is to prey upon such breed

When salamanders dance in your temples

And midday breaks black as oil

We have finally commenced our strike

And set foot upon your soil