Madame Blavatsky

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