We`re in the darkest forest,
We can not fight them all,

Are you alive? Are you?
There is something more.
Are you alive? Breathing?
I can`t hear a sound.

We`re in the darkest forest,
We can not fight them all,
We need to hide here somewhere,
And pray to our God.

Our prays should be so quiet,
So they could not hear us,
Or all the words were spoken,
Will be the last for us. For us.

Oh no you see [bad word]  [bad word] straight to me,
But I can`t move my body,
`Couse I am full of fear.

Burn, the fire in me,
So I protect my lover.

Lay, lay there unmoved,
So they could not find you here.

This is the end!

Procession begins.
We are finally exposed.
Procession begins.
We are now the living dead.

Can you still breathe, breathe, breathe?
They`re dragging us slowly to the altar of Lord.
Are you alive?
We are now their human sacrifice.

Why they have been doing this?
For the thousands years.
No matter what they won`t hear the answer,
`Couse there is nothing up there.

They could sacrifice the whole world,
There will be nothing up in the skies,
But if thy God was alive,
He would descend to us and punish this whole [bad word] world.

He would kill us all,
He would`ve burn all churches,
`Couse those are fake altars.
He would have hang up all the priests,
And wrest their entrails inside out.
He would`ve make the Great Pope,
To swim in his own [bad word] puke.
I am alive!
But your god is dead and will [bad word] back.