Into this abyss of infinite paths, we are born
These lose souls never to be born, but bred
Clouded by lies and slaves to the priest

Consequence now presumed to be as some divine will

The progress of society held hostage by a myth

For strength fools pray, the root of the lie
The tyranny of Christ has ruled our lives for far too long


The seed of lies has been planted
Watered with the blood of nonbelievers
Thorns that pierce the mind, while the roots strangle all mankind


Antithesis of thought - believe what you are told
Never to look for the answers or to seek the truth


These deceivers, they lust for power
Pander to a lie, exploit blind faith

The politics of religion - judge the morals of the future with an archaic past

Into the unknown storm, violent, ambivalent

To seek the unknown destiny of our own creation