Lyrics
Apostolic treachery, the smoke of Satan's blown
They cast aside the rock, upon which we were grown
Through hallowed halls of incense, a path of lies is shown
To where the seat sits silent, the true successor's unknown
[Pre-Chorus]
Lost in the turmoil, confusion takes its hold (takes its hold)
On the chair of Peter, the story left untold (left untold)
Doctrines diluted, in the modernists' mold
I yearn for the shepherd of the days of old
Seeking in the vespers for the reverent sound
In the heart of the Vatican, no truth to be found
The seat of Peter, tainted, veiled
By modernist whims, the truth assailed
Scripture and doctrine, they twist and bend
Where is the shepherd to defend?
Crossing thresholds of hallowed space
I seek the lineage of true grace
Every edict that divides
Strengthens my resolve inside
Vestments stained by compromise
Behind the altar, faith's disguise
Stand for the faith (true faith)
Reject false crowns
[Verse]
They say the seat is taken, oh but I see it’s vacant
No true shepherd leading, they got the flock mistakin'
Truth is what I'm seeking, on ancient paths I'm treading
The Holy See is bleeding, I’m in the chapel praying
Lost in sacred silence, I find my spirit waking
To all these modern lies, my heart just ain't relating
Rome may seem to slumber while error's masquerading
I'm clinging to tradition, it's my faith I'm saving
Lone voice in the desert, calling out the fakes (out the fakes)
The throne is empty, what's at stake (what's at stake)
[Verse]
With every false decree, more souls astray they're leading
Liturgies in chaos, truth is what I'm pleading
Old rites, timeless wonders, the past I'm not conceding
In robes of false pretenders, I see the devil's seeding
I kneel at sacred altars, where saints and angels meeting
Hold fast to ancient creeds, it's clear the need for weeding
The papal throne usurped, their modern creed I'm heeding
To pure faith I cleave, for true salvation bleeding
Spires reach to heavens, but the faith seems shallow
Veiled in grandeur, but the hearts are hollow
Gilded in their vestment, but the sheep are led astray
Seek the council of the righteous, not the ones who betray
Heretics on high, with their cheap dispensation (false forgiveness)
A parody of piety, oh what a desolation (holy ruin)
Sounding off the shofar, I'm calling for revival (sound the horn)
Return to sacred scripture, for the church's very survival (ancient pages)
In the chapel's echo, I hear the old prayer’s rhythm
While they parade their novelties, I despise their schism
Chorus]
Call out the false prophets (false prophets)
With every psalm I am gonna fight it (gonna fight it)
Return to the roots, where faith was pure
Refuse the throne of lies, of that I'm sure (of that I'm sure)
[Verse]
They speak in tongues of modernity, but I speak in truth's clarity
Walking through the sacred sites, something here does not sit right
Leaders lost in lavish lies, while the pious soul just cries
Sedevacantist stance I take, for my eternal soul's sake
[Chorus]
Eyes on the vacant chair (vacant throne)
