Heretic

Rinse the mouth to spit out the lies A prayer for the dying, future six feet under All bridges were burned before you could cross A hook in the mouth and a shovel to the throat Heretic, Heretic Neglecting the spirits, for years to come Stuck, you're on the left hand path Resident of a moribund kingdom Intentions to make amends, went down the drain Heretic, Heretic Stampede of the blackened flock You're pushing the lost souls into the void No exit, in this ignominious game A cesspool of shit, inhabited by nomads Heretic, Heretic, Heretic, Heretic Heretic Draw a parallel between the healthy and sick Herectic The inevitable ending will go down as epic