The Funeral Pyre - The Nature Of Betrayal

Eyes upon the beautiful
There is no salvation
Into the depths
Of abysmal torment
Let me stop this spreading disease
The betrayal runs deep
Into the veins of man
To cast down and degrade
We have been betrayed
Tear down their heavens
Set ablaze their sorrows
Denounce the name
That was given
The plague will be killed tomorrow
Enslave the angels
Conquer the divine