Song parody of
Ashes of the Traitor's Cross
by Malum Mortuus
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Shattered the last pagan idols
Burned are the altars of yore
Standing atop of the wreckage
A testament to the great lie
Sell out your friends to the pious
Stain with the blood holy frocks
Skewer the heads of thy neighbors
Erecting this treacherous eye
Sorrow, all consuming sorrow
For the bodies on ice left to rot
Vengeance, oath sworn in blood
In the ashes of the traitor's cross
See how the flames burn the hotter
Fueled by the scrolls of the whores
Devour the flesh of the traitors
Whose ashes are borne to the sky
Sold out your friends to the pious
Stained with the blood holy frocks
Skewered the heads of thy neighbors
Now for your crimes may you die!
Sorrow, all consuming sorrow
For the bodies on ice left to rot
Vengeance, oath sworn in blood
In the ashes of the traitor's cross
This is the last ultimatum
Handed down by the crowned king
To reject the church's false comfort
And raise up your swords in defense
Or watch as their horses come riding
Aloft, spears and torches they bring
To bargain with pieces of silver
Or slaughter thy kin like the rest
Shattered the last pagan idols
Burned are the altars of yore
Standing atop of the wreckage
A testament to the great lie
Sell out your friends to the pious
Stain with the blood holy frocks
Skewer the heads of thy neighbors
Erecting this treacherous eye
Sorrow, all consuming sorrow
For the bodies on ice left to rot
Vengeance, oath sworn in blood
In the ashes of the traitor's cross
See how the flames burn the hotter
Fueled by the scrolls of the whores
Devour the flesh of the traitors
Whose ashes are borne to the sky
Sold out your friends to the pious
Stained with the blood holy frocks
Skewered the heads of thy neighbors
Now for your crimes may you die!
Sorrow, all consuming sorrow
For the bodies on ice left to rot
Vengeance, oath sworn in blood
In the ashes of the traitor's cross
This is the last ultimatum
Handed down by the crowned king
To reject the church's false comfort
And raise up your swords in defense
Or watch as their horses come riding
Aloft, spears and torches they bring
To bargain with pieces of silver
Or slaughter thy kin like the rest
