God_forsaken_soil-Neaera

God_forsaken_soil - Neaera We are the breed of a new dawn Born from a different light We are choking on your archaic voices We breathe a new age's mind You rest on your cross and tradition In defiance of change and progression Against the face of modernism The holy church of escapism Conservatism, immunity and pride Has pushed you far aside Versus renewal and equality You have mistaken your fear for dignity Avoid the open wide Don't endanger your pride Ages keep changing - your values don't Upon mere tradition You build your fragile thrones You rest on your cross and tradition In defiance of change and progression The ancient world A timeless mask? Of splendour, sublimity From power to neglect A glory unwavering Another flawless sect? Avoid the open wide Don't endanger your pride Ages keep changing - your values don't Upon mere tradition You build your fragile thrones The Vatican stands on god-forsaken soil With one foot in the middle ages Hands are bound to a bygone doctrine And eyes allergic to reality Standing on god-forsaken soil Cursed with blessed stagnation