Alms and Avarice Songtext
von Blacksoul Seraphim

Herein lies the crown
Jagged to the touch – brimstone forged
Vaulted within the illusions
Clergy of kings, vermilion and engorged


These are the times
Of the peasants′ pestilence
Resilient and the pious
Praying to be cleansed

Herein they crowned the lies
Gilded swords cross the throats of the sick and the blind
Halberds arch the path
Devils scrutinize as the millstone grinds

Tyranny is the pox
This citadel, sick with material bliss
Spines will shatter upon the rocks
This earthly divide: Alms and Avarice