"Como é bom viver sem se importar com nenhuma doutrina, dar satisfação apenas ao próprio ser... Isso é liberdade, poder expor meus mais nobres sentimentos, encarando o pecado como uma palavra desconhecida no meu imensurável vocabulário. Pobres daqueles que não anseiam por esta profana liberdade e tem o pecado como rédeas que os guiam como se fossem submissos animais, rendendo-se a promessas inventadas pelos - CRIADORES DO FALSO CRIADOR"
Moons and dawns have passed through this world Madness created and imposed to our intelligence Today visible on the wicked faces Torturing and destroying the possibility of an identity
It's in history the beginning of the end The alienated were born Forgotten and humiliated by the followers Resurrected by the ones who got profits from it
Dust and mould cover the invented lies Sins and rules changed to our days Forgotten traditions, bitter memories Destroyed roots that disappoint each day
Oh human race of so many glories and battles Free people, followers of nothing You're this power, this god is an illusion, see! And so they guide you... we'll destroy this way
Unreal rules Unreal ceremonies… This god is unreal! Created by the false creator's creator Dispersing the stupidity by the consequences
Unreal rules Unreal ceremonies… This god is... Unreal!
Cursed be this doctrine Cursed it be It contributed to the irrationality perpetuation
Dead gods that live
Centuries have gone and the creation is still alive as the reason of living of many It is unacceptable We'll set to you, to our intolerance!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
