Spears of Secular Judgement Songtext
von Vengeur

To each their own

Lapsed reign has grown
Beyond projected outline

And in this case
I am afraid
It′s time for you to leave the throne

I hope you'll shyly hide
Your understanding eyes
That have beheld defilement firsthand
The hands in marks
Which can′t disguise
Heroic things that they have done

You thought it would always stay below
And yet the dirty foam rose above
Grey waves of unambiguous filth
And sludge from reverse acts of birth
How much are your excuses worth
In secular judgement?


One cannot hide from sincere dreams
Abortions of inept burning wish
The part in which becomes its end
A barren maze of tormenting distent
And following the ashen stench

To false royalty chambers
Over the hides in dried liters
Crooked scepter and a wormy apple
Debased by swings of thirsty axe
Stern guillotine lets out a distinct clink
Of pyrite crowns split in half

Who will you be remembered as?

Brash parasites adored by paparazzi
Senile connoisseurs of bacha bazi
Isn't your urge ironic?
Lamentable compulsions
To kneel and arduously pray
You thought you would be crowned as saints
Deistic masturbation

Above harems of stunned lolitas
You stood aroused by tears of defloration
As frightened children begged you
Didn't they?


Such is the tragedy
Of ruling hunters falling prey

You′ll say
You didn′t know you did
That it was merely the thrill
Of living past the line, until

The only valid proof of will
Is blood that flows beneath the skin
Sharp pike entering the colon
Won't care which words you uttered here

Dour oceans whirl around marble columns
Polishing, erasing
What once was there
And that you ever were

Compound fractures
And your ill-fated, vain rapture

All signs of fetid veneration
Lost and defunct
In fallen domes
Without hope for restoration