Those Having Been Hidden Away - Lecherous Nocturne

Fingers of occultaclysmic shadow

Flames from which Templars gasp

Pious observers not even ash

Continue their influence on the ignorant and the learned

Those who once were revered

Long arm of pontificate

Arbiter’s judging hand

Fearing what they think they know

Heretics offered as fuel

Unaware hypocrisy is spoken

From the mouths of kings

Kings who forget they didn’t crown themselves

Speak the very words

Gnostics kissed a blazing stake for

Misconceived beliefs

Coupled with a silken tongue

Transforms gilded glory

Into shreds of faded heraldry

Accusing, Smiling, grin of cinders

Still mocks blind men self-assure

If but brief calm could be achieved

Screaming, charred limbs, taste of Templar’s blood

We did not see what we buried

In pride, we did not remember

Cannot avoid cyclic deconstruction

Nor will we change, and recall those having been hidden away…