The most heinous con

Refuge of evil

Cloven tongues that speak of truth

With false, specious words

They sold what can't be bought

Acherontic saints of holy sales.

Damn bloody lies

Burn me alive

Silence! Those mouths are stuffed by truth

Hark! At the ruins of the vile I will dance

... in victory!

They don't heed the eternal

I can see the fruits

Of a spirit putriscent

The ogre burning heretics

The cleansing stake

I'm not daunted by distress

For all lie in inanity.

But some stretched out their hands

And touched the awen.