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Absinthius - Interred Aflame Lyrics

Hark! The Pompous Tyrant
Casts the heretics to hell

Supremacy hidden by a mask of purity
"O Lord, we beg;
Spare our souls from suffering"

The throne of light
Adorned in thorns
The wired jaw
Of the free thinking man

The netherward spiral
Is pockmarked with tombs
The punishment for wisdom
Is six feet of flames

Oh, what an ironic
Deity to revere
Who lies through His Left Hand
And smites with a white-knuckled fist

Praise be
He opens His arms
To the wandering lamb
The promise of the shepherd
As hollow as their skulls
His staff is a scythe
At the mark of the goat
Forgive me
For I was once callow
I followed your flock
My sin was naivety
For this I repent
Dethrone, dethrone
Dethrone the counterfeit King

I bathe in fire and brimstone
And the Book of Lies burns with me

I would rather pledge my death to the Beast
Than waste a lifetime in the service of deceit

I would rather pledge my death to the Beast
Than waste a lifetime in the service of deceit
Set my pyre in the circle of the sane
May the Archfiend reign