Apostate from Morbid Sacrament by Temple Guard

In the ruins of noble ideals,
Where the failure of Enlightenment is so revealed,
Long-ignored icons renounced in haste,
Unearthed with equal pace.

Spirit collapse, destitute void
Cataclysm, yearn for purpose beyond
Kneel before your fallen demiurge
Forever shamed, beg for salvation

Material truth is discarded in scorn,
Wearing the cloak of profundity
A renewal from desperation, anchored in fear.

Cast down from the resplendent throne
Banished nobility dragged through the dirt,
The apostate’s entrails decorate the gates of the immortal palace.

Puritanical zeal betrays your moral panic
Your shield of self-deception breaks

Is your new found piety true redemption?
Or is it the last gasp for validation?

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