The Acusser lyrics

Bastards, behind an altar Telling lies to manupulate They, listen to practice I, spit at them My words will make them bleed. Weakness casr aside No place for fools Poison makers Just blind ones take this food. They plead......forgiveness They plead......salvation Scorn of the earth Bastard priests Enemies of selfness And interior power. I am the accuser Prophet eyes I am the accuser Enemies of philosophy I have winds I have horns.