In this land of the pious Deceiving ones of small mind Controlled as if - as if the devil's own tools I see a horizon - the armies align Prey upon the weak - twisting their feeble minds Riding down a sickend sort - takes the reigns and dominates Pray to your hands for salvation / bend your cross to fit your ways I believe - in own myself and I believe the dark shall grow and I believe in the end And I believe in - myself We are a species - beaten by ignorance Misguided fools - lost in a shell An open eye - soon extinguished The blind lead the blind As we chase our death I believe - in own myself and I believe the dark shall grow and I believe in the end And I believe in - myself