Sacrament of Avarice

Evangelist scolds the lowly
But still commits deeds unholy
The clergyman without shame
Drawn to the gold, like moth to flame

In vile disguise, sin betrothing
A hungry wolf in sheep's clothing
Among the weak they find prey
Begin to spin gold to hay

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
Leeching life from the masses
Bleeding them dry

A letter signed in devotion
Another drop in the ocean
A false escape coins will buy
Elude the Pit when it's time to die

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
Leeching life from the masses
Bleeding them dry

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
Leeching life from the masses
Bleeding them dry

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
While the years slowly passes
Feeding the lie