Mantra XIII (Plague: Avaritia) Lyrics

Let it reign! A shower of gold for peasants cheer
Spearhead, crusader for victory
Thy worth is worth their fall
As parasite, a leech to suck not bile, but violate
With gluttonous abandon, to steal, to take…
Take! Take! Take!

I am the new icon
I am false idol praised
A paper god to flatter who deceive us
As fattened swine gather to serve me

So quick to turn, all principles abandoned
As evil’s root, I bury my thorns in splendour
I drink my fill
The sweaty need of repulsive obsession
For mammon’s seed is mankind’s true cancer
No conscience shattered, no iron will to bend to mine
Resource plenty, to nurture, to shelter all
As horde grows monstrous still

I am the new icon, I am false idol praised
A paper god to flatter who deceive us
As fattened swine gather to serve themselves

Lead: ‘le malaise vagal’ (paul alan ryan-reader)
Lead: ‘a fine day to lie’ (paul alan ryan-reader)

Yet what do I bring thee? Eternal war!
For dust settles to dust

With no adornment shining

And what do we bring them?
Eternal war
For dust settles to dust
With no adornment shining

I am the new icon
I am false idol praised