Cardinal Noire - Diatribe Lyrics

Chewing for the maggots from below
To gather whether horrid fate is to come
Go figure its nothing short of grim

The virtue lost and our perceived decay
Are a product of your aversion
Running scared in old nightmares you create
Theres nothing there but your delusions

Let me manufacture tailored specters for you
Conserving the structures upheld to paralyze you

Cult serving hierophantasy
Deforming perceptions
Sacrifice and animosity
Feed back into faith

There is no glory in this epicentre
Only more strife and grief
Come out and see"