Deformed Heretic Impalement Lyrics

Enlightenment
Centuries of highest culture
When reason and progress dominated
Burnt by your fresh stupidity
Engine of ignorance
As the Austrian anti-christ used to say – "once upon a time, the ideal was perfection. Blessed by the hands of divine."

Instruments
Tools, thousands years of philosophy
Saints – angels – sacer charisma
To accept and use

The fear of perfection
Deformed visions of divine

Hell's redefined:
Everything out of me
Everything rots in me

You can't kill the grace
You can't face her, she'll never arrive
We won't/we don't deserve her embrace

Everything/everyone's formally accepted
But the anti-social lays on a pyre
Fed by spits or simple instants
You don't think about him
I'm the new heretic
I preach for a universal love and divinity in this crappy world
The wolves are keeping on running

The mankind's butchery's growing more and more
I'm the new heretic
Because the perserverant can't prevail

I dream about perfection
I dream my ideals made flesh
I dream the ruin
I pray for the apocalypse
'Cause I'll be also washed away
Like the worst bunch of cheap condemned
We'll eternally live in hell in common shit
But I'll be satisfied
Because I told you the truth
Also, the angels dig the mud

Kiss my worm – damn the world
False salvation to deform