This trail is obsidian
The grip of winter uncoiled
A lover will follow

Cast out and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak
God is dead, God is dead


The wealth of darkness
Inside you, telling you "now"

Senses corrupted
Controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak

God is dead, God is dead

In the corner of my eye

Demon fades from the hole

Led the blind

In search to find
A pathway to the sun
Saw the signs

Intertwined
And forgave me all my sins
Why, Why

No stigmas revealing our vices
And there are no stigmas revealing our vices


God is dead