Lyrics The Triumph Of Treachery - Blinded By Faith

The Triumph Of Treachery

Dawn of the sixteenth century…
Rome the whore spreads wide her legs
For Luxury, Lechery, and their bloody corollary…
Hypocrite town built on heathen grounds
Welcome the foulest clan…
Caesar, Rodrigo and Lucretia
The orgiac Borgias…
On the outside, the Duke Caesar is an accomplished gentleman
But he’s two-faced, his kindness is all on the surface
And according to scandalmongers, he’s even crueller than clever
Black eyes, black hair and dark velvet
Contrast with the cadaveric whiteness of his flesh
His father’s nothing less than the Supreme Pontiff
A master in the art to fornicate with the Immaculate
A profligate, despite his functions — fraud of god —
Who meets fleshly Maries in a boudoir next to the sanctuary
These two baroque monsters share the same lust for power
Seeking to reunite a divided Italy under their unique authority
They transform the court of Vatican in a place of delights and elegance
Where several crowned heads discover the corrosive virtues
Of a platter seasoned to poison…
Campaign after campaign, they conquer;
Those who don’t surrender are swiftly sent six feet under
With despotic politics and diplomacy
They amass riches and resentment of many enemies
Amidst all this depravity, young Lucretia’s an oasis of purity
Although the noble mob and rightful crooks, skilled in sycophancy
Covet her hymen through nebulous hymns…
Slave of her malefic lineage, crushed by a ceremonial gown
The poor child, used and abused
Copes three alliances of tribulations
But soon, on an afternoon, after a dinner with a friend
The pope suffers from severe stomach burns
Some days later, he dies in his bed full of sweat
Leaving behind him only troubles and confusion…
The empire he bequeaths to his son
Dissolves as dew under the sun
The House is abolished
But the name remained in history
As a synonymous of treachery