Gilded throne of rust and bone
Vatican walls, a serpent's home
Keys of heaven, forged in greed
Shepherding the flock to bleed
Incense smoke to blind the eyes
While the holy merchant buys
Sins for silver, grace for gold
The holiest lies ever sold!
VICAR'S BLADE! The shepherd's spear!
Poisoned words for the faithful to hear!
Kiss the ring, lick the cross
Trade your soul for their loss!
They preach the father... they serve the beast...
They turn the wine... into a feast...
Of your despair... they built their throne...
You pray to God... but you're their own!
VICAR'S BLADE! The shepherd's spear!
Poisoned words for the faithful to hear!
Kiss the ring, lick the cross
Trade your soul for their loss!
"Forgive them, Father... they know exactly what they do..."
PAPAL DECEIT!
The Vicar s Blade
© Copyright: Андрей Шишкин 5, 2026
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