Horns Of Hattin Vesania
Hunt not the foxes
When the vineyard is already rotten
Fear not the wolf by the flock
When the shepherd himself is one
Spreading god's word
But it's meaning is long since forgotten
They preach heaven
But worship hell
Seeking light in this darkness
But their light is just glittering gold
Divine order prophane hierarchy
Orthodoxy a theocratic tyranny
Vesania
Illness of mind
Illness of right belief
To baptise with water
Won't clean the soul of a little child
And breaking the bread
Can not make a sin undone
The crucifix
Just simple idolatry
Crush this wooden sign
Of hypocratical holiness
Behind the walls of Cluny
Citeaux and St.Denis
Asceticism in silken rags
Celebrating a golden poverty
Mundane desires
In celestial masquerade
Vesania
Illness of mind
Illness of right belief
Divine order prophane hierarchy
Orthodoxy a theocratic tyranny
Never mind this life
All men are trapped in this illusion
Genesis
A satanic lie
So kindle the stakes
Let my soul be washed with fire
In heavenly joy
I am willing to die
