Cliteater - Heretic

Rinse the mouth to spit out the lies
A prayer for the dying, future six feet under
All bridges were burned before you could cross
A hook in the mouth and a shovel to the throat
Heretic, Heretic
Neglecting the spirits, for years to come
Stuck, you're on the left hand path
Resident of a moribund kingdom
Intentions to make amends, went down the drain
Heretic, Heretic
Stampede of the blackened flock
You're pushing the lost souls into the void
No exit, in this ignominious game
A cesspool of shit, inhabited by nomads
Heretic, Heretic, Heretic, Heretic
Heretic
Draw a parallel between the healthy and sick
Herectic
The inevitable ending will go down as epic