You don't know who we are (sons of cretins)
Calling you snakes a compliment
You don't know who you're up against (sons of
cretins)
He who conjures up hell burn instead
The one who came from the light
And wanted to save the world
All was nothing
but a lie
The good never existed
And the pain is real
Only an excuse to conceal evil
Look at you, dismal
hypocrites
Trying to be what you're not
This world doesn't need you so f**k off
For good and all
The one who came from the
light
Misused by the powers of darkness
To blend all believers from the fear
The good never existed and you still believe
So
you must keep on clinging
Dark deamons created this world
No god and no church
The deamons set the rules
To distract us
from the truth
And evil we shall die
The land of darkness is waiting
And evil we shall die
Wandering into the fog of
ignorence
Try to speak with the deamons
That inhabit our earth for so long
Try to speak with the deamons
They might tell
you the answer
Everything that was, countless
Only a fleeting moment
Everything that is, countless
The swirl of
superficiality
And evil we shall die
The fog will not thin out
And evil we shall die
The vunerability of the believers
will be vast