Thyrane The Symptomatic
Sacred absurdities stumble down the catwalk
Silky fabrics of fraud conceal the ugliness
Their sanctity is fiction, their milk is poison
And still admiration weighs upon their shoulders
Never dare to question the unnatural
Never dare to doubt the illogical
The agonies of faith you must endure
Seeking to suffer until no longer impure
To nothingness you recite your odes
To emptiness you paint your frescos
The two-edged sword of loyalty sways
Tearing your limbs by cutting both ways
Mere submissive and inert minds
Pursuing for bliss by casting sense aside
In a monochrome reality you feel security
Strapped down by dogmas and infirmity
In non-existent prospect of redemption
You kneel down before the cruciform icon
Bite the body in an ecstatic frenzy
Swallow the blood to cleanse your heart
