Blindfolded — текст песни (Thyrane)

Inconsistent ideals tend to choke on their vanity, god-given laws to corrupt our sanity.
Fuck your values, and fuck your salvation, i laugh at inri and cherish temptation.

In the evershadowed corners of my soul, dwells the esoteric strength of mine.
For the glory of the Beast, i forever raise the chalice of wine.

You may be many in numbers but you are weak in spirit, deliverance through obedient submission?
Never have i trusted your words, your patterns are destined to fall apart.
I hereby blindfold my self from your illusions.

The "truths" that you forced down my throat, i`ll bleed all over you.
Tha hand that was promised to feed me, has always tried to strike me down.
I`ve bit that hand with the teeth of Blasphemy,
and blace a trail through constructions of christianity.

Blindfolded i am, yet never have i seen deeper into your weak souls.
Cursed be thee, the celestial flock.