Iconoclast (The Burning Statues Of Morality) 가사

I stand, emboweled with deceptive morality A black looking glass, my genetic inheritance I tatter the bonds you have left me I splinter the idol of your long-dead god My curse aimed directly at your lies Thy burning statues of a blackend morality For your eyes have been depriven of their sight You feed your hunger on a narrow reality No longer shall these chains of subservience Tie me down to thy archaic boughs Rouse in me wolves, preternatural, allmighty Lest thy winter thaws never in my lands I, Iconoclast Leave the white canvasses riven Hack from their socles The statues of your long dead god And rise me from this earthly sepulchre Burn my inner sanctum core A furnace is lustring A vehement fire within Thy statues unhinged Profane talons lacerate the marble Nefarious angels scale the incarnate stone And sever the limbs that attempted to rein them For I shallt no longer bow to thy petrified eminence Now prudence lies raped, the brave march in front Thy august, obedient corpse lies dead, skewered Liberated legions now roam, freed from their shackles and chains My curse redirected to the self My broken statues of blackend morality I shut my eyes and left them for unopened I fed my hunger on a narrow reality