Eluveitie - The Dance of Victory

The most heinous con refuge of evil cloven tongues that speak of truth With false, specious words they sold what can't be bought Acherontic saints of holy sales. Damn bloody lies Burn me alive Silence! Those mouths are stuffed by truth Hark! At the ruins of the vile I will dance ... in victory! They don't heed the eternal I can see the fruits of a spirit putrescent The ogre burning heretics the cleansing stake I'm not daunted by distress for all lie in inanity. but some stretched out their hands and touched the awen.