Who were they?
Those makeshift gods
Their temples forgotten
Their statues broken
In dust they now lie
Shattered and broken
Forgotten to time
Old myths and superstition

And who might you be?
To think yourself greater
That you don't also bow down
To the very same gods
Only now have they taken
Their truest of forms

What temptation is any longer needed?
When you celebrate evil as righteous
Parading the dead in the streets
I tell you the truth
You are worse of that they
Who worshiped the gods of old
For they may be spared for not knowing
While you know all evil
Committing it as your birthright
And indeed it is your right

The right of Damnation