This world is hostage to the Gods from the stories new and old.
The gates of hell are open now but the truth is raw and cold.
Mindless paranoia, the enemy within.
Destroying all our beauty, the church, the home of sin.

Have you seen the way they pray, it's like they hang their heads in shame?
One day they'll realise in their gutless lives that afterlife's not their's to claim.
The way they fight for heaven, killing men in scores.
Hiding behind the masses, watching all their wars.

So clip the wings of Satan's Kings, the war has just begun.
Realise that all real men, march out to the sun.

We're marching on to the fires of Hell to settle an old time score.
To fight for the right to have our say on the things we so deplore.
The Christians and the Martyrs, never to be seen.
Shackled in their living hell, beyond a waking dream.

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