1600 A.D. Lyrics

All you want to
Believe, it´s your path
Your Way to hope
Your heaven´s door pass
But it´s a slow death
To make your world a game
At god´s command
it´s just a hoax man
an ancient hoax
That lead you to the end

Born on the ground of mess
it´s s way to oppress
the rights of freedom´s vest
obey to regress
found on this hollow fate
like a cancer of ignorance
the creed and faith
made this world enslaved
men´s faulting truth
is like a gold trap
confusing thoughts
in shining clothes dressed

and makes you forget
there is no creed that helps
to understand
the whole design back
is just a code
for people to distract
burn the flame of death
for the sake of rabid
holy saints that breath
a whenever habit
all again and again
in a cursed avid
way of struggling deaths