Syncretic Delirium Songtext / Lyric

Coalesce to this spiritual family

Which arrogated a mythical and whimsical descent

Unable to write a line without spitting in one's face

Your self-named origins from Assyria



A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend



Remind yourselves that you are only men

And none of you have yet accessed the heavenly or astral state



You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism

Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium



Fashioned with any kind of magic and occult science

Mingling your own Church with ideals from the East






I forbid you excuses and push you away

I force you into silence and disgrace



You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism

Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium



A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend



Indulging yourself in all kinds of digressions

Abandoned to the whims of your own diction



You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism

Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium



The discordant pages of your works held together only by the binding

Creator of a real disorder which finally laid you on the line



I forbid you excuses and push you away

I force you into silence and disgrace