The aeons, by they go
They will never let you know
Shining down on fields of doom
Tribulation casts a blood-red moon
Immortality in death
How I long for my last breath
Covering the lands, a blinding fog
Keeps them ignornant of their holy dog

When you hear the cries
Of the ones that should have died
You find safety in the void
In rational illusions [bad word] you avoid
And I thank you for the mass
The word of God [bad word] out of your [bad word] They are guarding all the gates [bad word] made real through prayers and faith

Goddess of dignity
Shamelessly she [bad word] on me
Forcing upon me her will
Her stinking leprosy makes me ill
My surrender will seal your lies
Bring me up to your [bad word] above the skies
We died not for your souls
We died not for your selfish goals

When I hear you speak his voice
I understand that I never had a choice

Lyrics by F. Forsmo