Agnóstoi Theói II Seventieth Blood [The archangel – part 1] My kingdom is not of this world If my kyngdoom were of this world My mynystris schulden stryue What is treuthe? [The seer talking with the blasphemer – part 2] Thou art not jhesu crist In the bigynnyng profesie The pope of nouyt blessed the beeste And tormentor said: Amen Thou art not jhesu crist In the derknessis of profesie The pope made of nouyt and the beeste Said thoughtlessly: Amen [The seer talking with the priests – part 3] The empty nourishes starveling souls With the alms of the wretches He who heard this cogent word Has eaten the loaf of the false prophets The ancient ones worshiped A pantheon of imaginations Lies go on their wake as they shift Bowing to zeus or other frustration Watch the creatures in watercolor Like gladiators fighting for honor They compound thoughts of flesh Against the judge of the dead Ares and abaddon battle for power And for the souls of warriors The creator is unchurched at the gates Such faith hates the name Prayers at the feet of the divine They'll be despised You're still considered unwelcome Since you left home Souls wander in the abysm Like vulpine sheep they bite his ribs Just burn the cross If you’re ready to doom your heart The executioner – part 4 What is truth? Hands washed in water Dried in blood Cursed be the clergy as father What is truth? Hands dipped in water Dried in blood Damned be the clergy as fath What is truth? Hands washed in water Dried in blood Cursed be the clergy as father What is truth? Hands dipped in water Dried in blood Damned be the clergy as fath What is truth? Hands washed in water Dried in blood Cursed be the clergy as father What is truth? Hands dipped in water Dried in blood Damned be the clergy as fath