Old gods once arose From sand, from blood, from fear Grim and dreadful was their kind A foe of man who devised them
Three gods An unholy trinity Just agony and fear They bring in abundance
What is the real original sin? What fool committed it? Who has infected humanity? With the triumvirate's toxin?
Conceived as saviors They became the worst scourge The reek of the corpse piles Spread through the ages
Our blind faith Makes our souls lame Makes our hearts cold A blind delusion that infests us
Our shaking swords Thirst for blood Our frenzy doesn't know friend from foe Our gods ask for blood is all we know
The cross, the star, the moon The marks of our disgrace The marks of our downfall If we don't want to be their downfall
The ghosts of the past Fear the light The light of our ascension Let our light be their ruinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
