Like the holy scripture said Satan fled from his prison He twisted the minds In the garment of the holy church Every fairy-tale has a wiff of truth Our scaffold is build on this
I for one, a wife, the original sin sentenced me Depressed by a dogma, without a will In a land of cold, a princess of drearyness Flames are licking on my flesh, but I chill
With their flesh so strong And a mind so weak A crusade for their god With a fond full of blood
A silent enigma's still untouched The gleam inside fades more and more Don't fear the darkness, nor the scythe Then reason comes to fore
Only darkness beared the light Incredulity bears the truth
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