In Twilight's Embrace - Smoke And Mirrors

The more promiscuous mouths breed
Words which beget delusions of Herrschaft and potency
The more profane tongues will be ripped
From the pharynxes of self-righteous Pharisees
And the hands that claim to wield the lightning
Will end up cleaved and burnt

And those self-ordained warlocks dazed by hubris
Will finally stumble against the mirage of their own grandiosity
And crumble like cathedral spires,
Under the very weight of their own conceit

With lives as commodities
And souls at zero
Our mysticism is but smoke and mirrors

Smoke and mirrors
And their true believers
Raise Babel's tower
Upon mud and feces

Forced transcendence
Of plain bigots, clerks
And try-hard aristocrats of the spirit
Proselytes shitfaced with Nietzsche and Evola

With lives as gimmicks
And souls at zero
All the mysticism is but smoke and mirrors

With actions as currency
And hearts at zero
Our great mysteries are just smoke and mirrors

No more, no less

We seek salvation in the words of salesmen
We sanctify whores to find comfort in their arms
We choose a den of iniquity as our promised land
We look for meaning but end up listening to the white noise instead