A post-punk theme constantly changing perspective, telling the story of the post-mortem trial of Pope Formosus, conducted in 897 by his successor Stephen VI, which ended in his exhumation, beheading and the throwing of his remains into the Tiber river.
lyrics
Now you got a good look at redemption
tell me what do think, see, feel
deus ex machina running on empty
The sword of the church's gotta run through me
See the fella with the hat in the corner
sucking on his thumb got the fear put in him right
Got them simoniac blues in order
He ain't sleeping dreaming daggers in the night
Formosus, brother mine
What're you doing in that chair, old boy
'tis a farce, don't you know
You ain't in charge no more
Three fingers given to the Synodus Horrenda
drug through
The streets of Rome
We're under whore's rule
We're under whores rule
Pornocratic paranoia baby
Got the old bastard dug out the ground
Heresy gold and simony maybe
We got enough salvation to go around
Power corrupts but the lord forgives
Some say the rock can't take no more
Basilica burning, behold
I am Peter, my shoulders adorned
Apostolic purified graceful bestowed
In my hand I carry the sword of Christ
Three fingers for your sins I'll take
Look upon me sanctifically glorified
The sentence is just, damnatio memoriae
Pornocratic paranoia baby
Got the old bastard dug out the ground
Heresy gold and simony maybe
We got enough salvation to go around
Power corrupts but the lord forgives
So, guilty! So, remains I punish guilt!
He is unpoped, and all he did I damn:
The Bishop, that ordained him, I degrade
Depose to lays those he raised to priests:
what they have wrought is mischief nor shall stand
it is confusion, let it vex no more
As I revoke, annul and abrogate
All his decrees in all kinds: they are void!
Now,
Strip me yon miscreant of those robes usurped,
And clothe him with vile serge befitting such!
Then hale the carrion to the market-place:
Let the hangman chop from his right hand
Those same three fingers which he blessed with;
Next cut the head off once was crowned forsooth:
And last go fling them, fingers, head and trunk,
To Tiber that my Christian fish may sup!
Pornocratic paranoia baby
Got the old bastard dug out the ground
Heresy gold and simony maybe
We got enough salvation to go around
Power corrupts but the lord forgives
credits
from His Sleepless Cabaret,
released February 23, 2020
The Band:
Vocals: Harald Toksværd
Bass Guitar: Simone Wester Larsen
Drums: Daniel Nielsen
Guitar: Kristoffer Winther Jensen
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