Our ancient cult from a bygone age
Tenets spoken, never seeing the page
Devout beliefs of the warrior class
Passed through the ages in our mithraea
They called a gathering in Nicea
Constantine and his council of bishops
The decision was made to define our faith as heathen
And expel us from their lands
Oh the madness
To expunge the unconquerable sun
They've desecrated all our idols and left them to decay
The lion headed, entwined by serpents
Symbol of time destroyed
How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street
Violence seeps into everything
Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray
Vengeance be my name
I will not bow to your false prophet
Return me to the soil again
A tale of loss and tragedy
Proliferation of catastrophe
They called a gathering in Constantinople
Theodosius and his ecumenical council
The final nail, those united by the hand shake besieged
Gone are the feasts in our sacred caves
They are but ruins, left to disintegrate
The lion headed, entwined by serpents
Symbol of time destroyed
How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street
Violence seeps into everything
Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray
Vengeance be my name
I will not bow to your false prophet
Returned to the soil again
I slayed the bull
Non Serviam
I slayed the bull
Non Serviam
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Our ancient cult from a bygone age
Tenets spoken, never seeing the page
Devout beliefs of the warrior class
Passed through the ages in our mithraea
They called a gathering in Nicea
Constantine and his council of bishops
The decision was made to define our faith as heathen
And expel us from their lands
Oh the madness
To expunge the unconquerable sun
They've desecrated all our idols and left them to decay
The lion headed, entwined by serpents
Symbol of time destroyed
How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street
Violence seeps into everything
Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray
Vengeance be my name
I will not bow to your false prophet
Return me to the soil again
A tale of loss and tragedy
Proliferation of catastrophe
They called a gathering in Constantinople
Theodosius and his ecumenical council
The final nail, those united by the hand shake besieged
Gone are the feasts in our sacred caves
They are but ruins, left to disintegrate
The lion headed, entwined by serpents
Symbol of time destroyed
How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street
Violence seeps into everything
Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray
Vengeance be my name
I will not bow to your false prophet
Returned to the soil again
I slayed the bull
Non Serviam
I slayed the bull
Non Serviam
Tenets spoken, never seeing the page
Devout beliefs of the warrior class
Passed through the ages in our mithraea
They called a gathering in Nicea
Constantine and his council of bishops
The decision was made to define our faith as heathen
And expel us from their lands
Oh the madness
To expunge the unconquerable sun
They've desecrated all our idols and left them to decay
The lion headed, entwined by serpents
Symbol of time destroyed
How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street
Violence seeps into everything
Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray
Vengeance be my name
I will not bow to your false prophet
Return me to the soil again
A tale of loss and tragedy
Proliferation of catastrophe
They called a gathering in Constantinople
Theodosius and his ecumenical council
The final nail, those united by the hand shake besieged
Gone are the feasts in our sacred caves
They are but ruins, left to disintegrate
The lion headed, entwined by serpents
Symbol of time destroyed
How does it taste? The rotten fruit off rotting trees
Open rebellion floods the street
Violence seeps into everything
Iconoclastic forces gather in the fray
Vengeance be my name
I will not bow to your false prophet
Returned to the soil again
I slayed the bull
Non Serviam
I slayed the bull
Non Serviam
Writer: Wesley van Diggelen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid