Tombs of Trepidation - Remastered The Zenith Passage

Like an eyeless shepherd, man will walk amongst accretion blind
We will rip out our eyes their faith will breed to be our cure
False assurances are nonentity in a realm of blind serenity
Innocent blood tainted by the seed of the white robes

This shift in power puts them to their knees (consumed)
And while we watch the sky burn down (exhumed)
These bodies parish in the flood (condemned)
While their kin laugh from the skies (exiled)
Sever your fucking ties with these beasts of deception
Conceive the will to destroy their vice grips of temptation

These white robes are nothing more
Their words mean nothing and are heaping mounds of lies
Whilst an intolerant populace
Just sits back and cries

We share their multitude of loss
I’ll defile their servitude of the cross

Cultivate masses in tombs of trepidation
Unearth the shroud of oblivion
Blegh

This deception is mere corruption