God Forsaken Soil Lyrics

We are the breed of a new dawn, born from a different light.
We are choking on your archaic voices, we breathe a new age's mind.

You rest on your cross and tradition, in defiance of change and progression.
Against the face of modernism, the holy church of escapism.

Conservatism, immunity and pride has pushed you far aside.
Versus renewal and equality, you have mistaken your fear for dignity.

Avoid the open wide, don't endanger your pride.
Ages keep changing, your values don't.
Upon mere tradition you build your fragile thrones.

Thrones.

You rest on your cross and tradition, in defiance of change and progression.

The ancient world, a timeless mask?

Of splendour, sublimity, from power to neglect.
A glory unwavering, another flawless sect?

Avoid the open wide, don't endanger your pride.
Ages keep changing, your values don't.
Upon mere tradition you build your fragile thrones.

The Vatican stands on god forsaken soil with one foot in the middle ages.
Hands are bound to a bygone doctrine and eyes allergic to reality.

Standing on god forsaken soil, cursed with blessed stagnation.