Gone is the will, gone is the time, the ways of the righteous Again we will never see them Gone is the strength, gone is the courage, to deny these treasures Gone is the way of every king
To no kings have we prayed To no kings do we bow down To no prayers do we yield our cleansing Your gods rejoice in your end
Hear us sing Of man in eulogy Mocking the gods and their heresy In glory of how it soon will be Mourning no gods, for they will know defeat
Gone is their pride, gone is their hate, gone is every witness Gone is the need to decide Gone is all life, gone is the tumor that is human being Gone is the need for their gods
With no gods do we feast From no gods do we cower No prayer will yield our cleansing This fate no god would changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.