Quell the Voiceless

The purge and urge
 Of judge and jury scourge
 Stand before the pious executioners
 Sin discourse
 "Engrave my name in their black grimoire
 of content"
 Sacred sanctity of fear held strong and crept
 "Defiled ideals of what I left
 Though I shall not writhe
 Beneath less colder scythe"
 "Control those who strayed from from his..."
 The lust eyed surged for the faithful flamed
 Ancient peers tickled riddled tongue of plagues
 Plainchant priest gave praised
 For demons came
 "Unleashed foul beast to feast from master's wrath
 Of those who strayed far from his path
 Beyond vistas and darker pasts"
 "Infest bloodlust
 Held against in what I trust
 For at my trial did he regasp
 They yearned and begged for what he asked"
 Unsheathed the lies, repent, unmasked!
 "Their stare beyond compare
 Clutching crown of ancient prayer
 engrossed despair"
 And I accept my last breath
 A call to arms is what was left
 As I synchronized to the frequency of death
 "All the crimes divine that were left behind
 Left a scar through time narrowed by the blind
 Swelling further bound by what was mine
 Found left drowned in bitter wine"
 "The lucid mourn, feeding off my scorn
 Unclean defeat for the next unborn
 Heed the creed that I forewarned
 In vain to crest the uninformed
 Concede that need to feed
 The logic that I bleed
 Accept one my last breathe
 Subsequent to the fallacy thereafter death"
 Sacred sanctity of fear held strong and crept
 "Defiled ideals of what I left
 Though I shall not writhe
 Beneath less colder scythe"
 "Control those who strayed from from his..."
 "The lucid mourn, feeding off my scorn
 Unclean defeat for the next unborn
 Heed the creed that I forewarned
 In vain to crest the uninformed
 Concede that need to feed
 The logic that I bleed
 A call to arms is what was left
 As I synchronized to the frequency of death"
 "All the crimes divine that were left behind
 Left a scar through time narrowed by the blind
 Swelling further bound by what was mine
 Found left drowned in bitter wine"
 "Is the prospect of truth enough to keep awake
 Or has that yearn for deceit now sealed your fate
 Convenient narrative ellipsis or a somnambulant state?"