Baest - Ecclesia

I bid thee welcome
Within these halls
To this assembly
Under this vault
Here we're all equal
Neither better nor worse
We're all inhuman
In this unholy and clandestine church

Painted red
Dying dream
Misguided
The supreme
The halls are painted red
Hope is a dying dream
From the blood of the misguided
Bow down to the supreme

Repentless upheaval times
Breeding relentless, evil swines

Inglorious deceivers
Council of atrocity
Pest-ridden leaders
Democratic atrophy

Leading the great betrayal
Shattering existence
Raping the foundations of mankind

They're building castles of pretense
And burning them down
Inventing hollow constitutions
Presenting a new dystopian dawn

In times of turmoil
In times of war
We thrive in chaos
There is no law
World crematoria
Civis inferni
Burning ecclesia
A government of travesty
Like worms dissolve organic matter
Into soil and debris
We shall convert and translate trauma
Into history
Die!

We're giving birth
To discord doctrines
Sowing seeds of suffering
Temple of doom
Foul, foul preachers
Speaking with their twisted tongues

By decree and law
And the power of hate
Freedom will be won
And death shall be your fate
I bid thee farewell
Dead body of citizens
History repeats itself
And slowly fade into irrelevance