You can see the shadow
Before blowing out the light
You can see a darken moon
Blocking all the sight
You can see the torches
And everyone in despair
They are gathered in hundreds
For their feeble prayers
Do you hear the echo
From the ancient crucifix
Do you hear a voice
A revelation from the dead
Do you hear the echo
From the ancient crucifix
The anger of the gods
Still rolling heads
Swarming round in circles
Grasping for the end
Parasites will follow
This everlasting flow
Burning all the witches
In the name of the cross
Beheading the philosopher
To fulfill the loss