Amiensus - Iconoclasm

Lyrics to Iconoclasm by Amiensus

What have I become A leader of a tribe A tribe who hates their God Their countenance has fallen A cold and bleak horizon stretched across our time Am I real? Am I real? The foundations of mountains are set ablaze, and the tongues of men confounded I have left nothing alive of the enemy; their people are as a fading memory Precious stones and pearls I have piled up with their bodies to be burned Not one cattle, neither the vestiges of their Gods have I taken for the spoil And yet my children rose up to play Tempted away by such gilded nothings, the seeds of dissension were sewn from within Wandering eyes found fixed upon the bust of the Whore of Babylon A gradual pollution has caked the walls of their lungs Breathing the fumes of dead flesh Bones scattered in the ashes They have sewn shut the mouths of prophets, urging them: "Prophesy not unto us right things, speak unto us smooth things, prophesy deceits," "Get you out of the way, turn aside out of the path, cause the Lord to cease from before us." Rolling and writhing in the mud, like unto beasts Sinking into the bottomless pit.