There is the underworld once tangled in chaos Created in suffering of stars The blast of energy called "God the creator" Burnt prophecies found on the pages of filth
Children are branded as worms of messiah They are the "good ones" and lambs of God In stench of religious slavery World drowned in the brutal lies
Degrees of deity are measured in millions of souls Progress in abnormality will show our blindness Like on the ship of fools in catastrophic storm They are the bastards possessed by fear
Where is your rule of love? Where is our free will? The mighty conductor has died But show must go on The work must be done After deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
