Against aims so ashamed and sober
Torn souls are too fragile
Searching bright, divine answers
Forgotten, deaf and blind
Just chant your hypocritical lies
And sink into self-chosen demise
Raise the sworn-believing scythe
There's some sinner left to find
It's too dark to see the nightmares
With the light so far behind
Oh - Useless fighting to hide
To hide from self-denial
Weeping icons, holy grails
Answer unaccountable ways
Of God - Above all the condemned
With ignoration rule the herd
And chant hypocritical lies
Sink into your self-chosen demise
Below the sky of divine will
Still some heretic left to kill
It's too dark to see the nightmares
With the light so far behind
Oh - Useless fighting to hide
To hide from life tonight
Too dark to see - tonight
The sinners bear the light
Darkness of the ages
Came to an end
The scythes of the sworn-believers
(Are) Still out, sharp and blind
They'll rip your soul apart
In the name of their merciful god
Frozen thoughts of a dying present
Still serve their god now - a true belief
Their wisdom will close the mind
And forbid the answers of divine demise