This is obsidian
The grip of winter unkind

Devil will follow
Be cast out and sworn to the dark
Take the road at devil's speed

God is dead, God is dead
Throw out the darkness
Inside you, telling you now

Senses corrupted
Controlling a poisonous will
Take the road at devil's speed

God is dead, God is dead

In the corner of my eye

Demon fades from the hole
Led the blind
Searched to find

A pathway to the sun
Saw the signs
Intertwined

Forgave me all my sins
Why, Why
Oh, stigmats revealing our vices

And oh, oh, Stigmats revealing our vices
God is dead, God is dead