Feared and outcast we stand, workers of magic, The keepers of the balance of life Crafted in age old rituals keeping the earth In delicate equilibrium Watching in revulsion the oblivious crowd Taking control of this world Feeling replaced by theorem and laws of nature Replaced by the nature of law
Heeding what your hallowed books command you You abide by rules you believe divine
Masters of the black art of secrets of life Versus the reason of man Inventing machines of destruction Believing it to be a sanctified gift from your gods Spinning your wheels of fortune Playing with powers you cannot comprehend But when all cards have been played And none remain you may be holding the fatal one
Heeding what your hallowed books command you You abide by rules you believe divine Heeding what your hallowed books command you You'll die on your knees before your shrine
Knowledge without wisdom is like a poisonous flower That blossoms in spring The ignorant who picks her, will pick only death Taking innocent lives with him Crafting your machines of war The barrels of your cannons obscure the sky Of a world in its final hour Oh yeah
Proud of yourselves All headed for destruction Maimed misguided souls Marching on towards the end Hallowing the martyrs Who right before them fell Chanting names of gods Who open up the gates Of hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
