In the Kingdom of Superstition

In maledicto plus injuriae quam in manu. Verba Volant… I know where hides a kingdom, of secrets never known to terror they call wisdom and purity was never shown. A kingdom white as snow, retouched with red of blood through blindness see them grow their empire of gold… … Murderous!... Felons!... They kept the seventh secret hidden in fear… … And watch them become hungry… Burning at the stake for extreme beauty as they laugh in the most pure contempt! Erase all seeds of malice is their duty they shall hunt you until you go dement! … Thy death for them!!! … Prepare for their massive attack… And welcome thy end!... In the kingdom of superstition… Beyond the day. In the kingdom of superstition… They await. In the kingdom of superstition… In the kingdom of superstition… (Adage) Hoc aurum scito pretium quod pr tenet aureo… Now you’re trapped awaiting to die slow a bonfire shall purify your soul!... Tragedy!... Chaos!... … Burning fire, Now is pain you feel, dying your reality! Semper flamma fumo proxima est. Oculum pro oculo, dentem pro dente… … Ascend!… To ashes... Ascend!... … Fires… Fires... (Adage) … Blood… Fire… Death!