Mighty gods of an ancient time
Rebuild the history in a secret code.
It is written in black stones
Searched by unholy hands.

Through the space and darkness in a ship
Floating over sea.
Hour and hour with the lonely shame
They are carrying the same cross.

It's that wish a fragile thought of life
Or it's just another nail?
In the rotting wood of darkened cross,
Leaving just a dying god.

And the mortals shall fall
What are you expect to see?
It's that code last sunshine,
Over a filthy shadow
Of the knowledge of men?

While the seasons change
The blackbirds paint the sky
It's that a new rebellion?
Growing from blackened seeds
Of intolerance.

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