Vacant Throne

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)