Pomme De Terror Songtext

You're looking down upon us
With loathing and indifference
from ancient rotting spires
The plebians, misguided, and a tithe our only value

You were not contented by a life with questions answered,
through reason and empirical dissection of the inquest.
Decree a purge of what your narrowed dogma calls antipathy,
as if you define sin, you're justified to cast the stones!