Trusting beyond all reason in the ways of a fallen god?
So light the holy beacon
Don't think your sins will be swept aside
Blaspheme the old tradition
Let out the blood of yore; leech it dry
They'll lie, say you can trust them,
"Against the grain, you'll rise above oppression"
Where death fears to tread
Breast of antithesis
You have risen
The laws of old: outmoded
The sacred rite: forsaken
With no remorse: extinction