Captives of faith, 
His image never fading from their eyes 
Imprisoned by their own creation 
It grows stronger, distorts and confines 
Behind the gates, the worshipped oppressor 
To which weak minds fall 
To a god in a godless world 

Obeying him... serving him 
The golden gates, only surrounding him 
 [bad word] by the weight of devotion through the hails of a Dying trinity 
Within these bars they'll wait an eternity 
For [bad word] of a dead messiah 
In passion they adore, embodied with lies 
Tempted by the world, carry out their lives 
As they press against the bars, steel upon their flesh 
Possessed by the one they call lord. 

They'll live and die within his cage 
His followers locked in steel 

Christ's cage Christ 

Where they leave their sin 
Where they worship him 
They see more than what he is 
In his cage they are his slaves 

Empty and silent... barren his kingdom 
He will perish... alone in heaven 
Gates of gold, now his cage 

Christ's cage Christ