Devachan - Madame Blavatsky lyrics

Madame Blavatsky 'Christendom gave itself up to the adoration of brutal force, as represented by a church backed up by Constantine. Since then, among the thousand rites, dogmas, and ceremonies copied from paganism, the church can claim but one invention as thoroughly original with her, namely, the doctrine of eternal damnation, and one custom, that of the anathema.' - H. P. Blavatsky (Isis Unveiled, 1877) Anathema, welcome to the church of freedom Anathema, welcome to the club Anathema, brace yourself for your damnation Anathema, a burning hell, baking hot You hear them come They're at your door You gave them blood Now they come for more You hear them cry Heresy! sacrilege! The keepers of the faith Have come to claim your pledge Run! I can't afford to pay the tithe It's what they say that keeps my soul alive I can't keep up anything at all This is the last call You can't fight them They are too many You can't dissuade them Dogma is their only scope You can't escape them Inquisition is everywhere You can't defeat them God is with their pope (God is with the pope) Run! I can't afford to pay the tithe It's what they say that keeps my soul alive I can't keep up anything at all This is the last call Anathema, welcome to the church of freedom Anathema, welcome to the club Anathema, brace yourself for your damnation Anathema, a burning hell, baking hot You hear them come They're at your door You gave them blood Now they come for more You hear them cry Heresy! sacrilege! The keepers of the faith Have come to claim your pledge Run! I can't afford to pay the tithe It's what they say that keeps my soul alive I can't keep up anything at all This is the last call Run! Run! Run! Anathema, welcome to the church of freedom Anathema, welcome to the club Anathema, brace yourself for your damnation Anathema, a burning hell, baking hot This is the last call This is their last call This is my last call This is my last call Run! Woe me, woe me The witch-hunt is on The raging crowd outdoors Is having fun With burning torches And hateful chants The righteous and faithful Are making me run Hear them shout, hear them shout Hear the vitriolic crowd Hear them shout, hear them shout Hear them intone it aloud Hear them shout, hear their threats As they vomit them out As they vomit them out Anathema - another one Anathema - another one Anathema - another one Another poor soul on the run This is the last call This is their last call This is my last call This is my last call