Thyrane

Hear and listen!
You who sermon on purity
But stand a spectrum away from it
Your trees of false knowledge
Strike root in hearts no more
From analogies you drew religion
From paradoxes you derived truth
Dilapidated are your hierarchies
A halo of filth is upon you
Only you possess the arrogance
To think such would go unnoticed
[Pre-chorus:]
The centuries of your dominance