Vox Clamantis
2005
Transitory Runes on rotting beechwood
find them in your neighbourhood
A scholar schism, a fickle mood
Pagan poets crawl on the floor
when archbishops break down the door
but can anyone tell me what it is for?
All hell is breaking loose
and were not allowed to choose
but my stupor will unveil your intrusive ruse
Hasted ways and wasted days
but we are much more than ignorant lays
just look at the priest, how hollow he prays!
Kill us and burn our magic spells
chop holy trees, the place upon we dwell
oh what a base religion you try to sell!
Centuries of bastard suppression
forced to oath and false confession
You said youre on a holy mission?
Vox Clamantis, you invade holy realm
resuscitated antics and a broken helm
but our martial arts will then overwhelm
