The Triumph Of Treachery - Blinded By Faith

Dawn of the sixteenth century…

Rome the whore spreads wide her legs

For Luxury, Lechery, and their bloody corollary…

Hypocrite town built on heathen grounds

Welcome the foulest clan…

Caesar, Rodrigo and Lucretia

The orgiac Borgias…

On the outside, the Duke Caesar is an accomplished gentleman

But he’s two-faced, his kindness is all on the surface

And according to scandalmongers, he’s even crueller than clever

Black eyes, black hair and dark velvet

Contrast with the cadaveric whiteness of his flesh

His father’s nothing less than the Supreme Pontiff

A master in the art to fornicate with the Immaculate

A profligate, despite his functions — fraud of god —

Who meets fleshly Maries in a boudoir next to the sanctuary

These two baroque monsters share the same lust for power

Seeking to reunite a divided Italy under their unique authority

They transform the court of Vatican in a place of delights and elegance

Where several crowned heads discover the corrosive virtues

Of a platter seasoned to poison…

Campaign after campaign, they conquer;

Those who don’t surrender are swiftly sent six feet under

With despotic politics and diplomacy

They amass riches and resentment of many enemies

Amidst all this depravity, young Lucretia’s an oasis of purity

Although the noble mob and rightful crooks, skilled in sycophancy

Covet her hymen through nebulous hymns…

Slave of her malefic lineage, crushed by a ceremonial gown

The poor child, used and abused

Copes three alliances of tribulations

But soon, on an afternoon, after a dinner with a friend

The pope suffers from severe stomach burns

Some days later, he dies in his bed full of sweat

Leaving behind him only troubles and confusion…

The empire he bequeaths to his son

Dissolves as dew under the sun

The House is abolished

But the name remained in history

As a synonymous of treachery