Conjurers of the old abyss Mystified the distant serpent’s hiss A spark of life into imagined forms A spark of faith and a lie is born
Death to the immortal realm False truths propagate fear Death to all religion now And the fools who can’t see through the clear Death to all those who confound And regress our people as a whole Death upon this bloodied ground Sever the hand of His stranglehold
Dark creations from ailing brains Fiends of falsehood that cannot ascertain Truth from logic in modern times Cut the baggage of this profound lie
Only the truth will survive
Death is raining down from the abysmal clouds Of their minds Give the apocalypse to the believers now It’s about damn time
There’s no life in your false creator
Believers of the lie refuse to see the gain With their eyes Slaves lying motionless in broken, bloody chains It’s their own demise
There’s no truth at all in dark creationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
