Falsehood of Blasphemous Voices - Ovid's Withering

«Interrogate the masses!

Ignore all these starlit prophecies

They’re trapped upon the earth that crumbles before their eyes

Disciples of slander!

Beholders of throes!»

Excommunicated by the Unseen one

A heirarchy of malevolence birthed by the natural code of man

«You fall short of what is needed, and must pay severence to ensure penance.

For I am the defiled god»

The skies will separate, the vale will fall to transmutation

Mind-built, a labyrinth

These never-ending choices

They beg to be led to their grave

Forced to breath all the lies from these blasphemous voices

Disciple, no matter the chosen path, they still have gone astray

And as the horrors beyond all creation appeared in droves

Pan, the deamon of Shepherds and Flocks, let loose a cry of battle in ire

They will grieve to end this torture

Led blindly through fields of the sire to die

Wretched servants of Belial

Created and governed by the gods to renounce control

Follow the footsteps of the man who leaves no tracks

Trust the ways of the man who has no direction

GO

The skies will separate, the tides will turn in retribution

The oceans permeating, they inundate entire kingdoms

Relinquish the scourge of man

Mind-built, a labyrinth

These never-ending choices

They beg to be led to their grave

Forced to breath all the lies from these blasphemous voices

Disciple, no matter the chosen path, they still have gone astray

Gone, falling faster with every step

We are lost, we are failures

Sinking further with every breath

A tower of faltering faith

Falling faster with every step

We are lost, we are failures

Sinking further with every breath

A tower of faltering faith