Ovid's Withering - Falsehood Of Blasphemous Voices lyrics

"Interrogate the ma**es! 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