The Burning Of Methuselah

Claiming the vile sentence of a tainted church, thousands torches are now approaching Act like a puppet in obedience to your tyrant Pierce your rival with a blade Materialism became our doctrine our chains, beyond the vortex of the monarch laughing Under the prophecy, the way of sadness I would not scream cause my pain is not your concern Justify empty life, trough your awareness Under a cryptic dream still not unveiled You tried to burn me, lost in despair, crawl beneath the shadow of what you were Ashes silently swept away, divine salvation please forgive our cowardice An agreement for enslavement, be the next victim in corruption and perversion Crown your rotten heritage Hidden damnation, an empty life with empty dreams, outline a vision of a domination I'll be blinded Under the vortex of infected wishes, leading reins of demise Claiming my ancient rhymes Justify your empty life carving deep into your soul Breaking chains of demise Please claim my ancient rhymes I'll be blinded Silent laughter