Prophets of an undisplayed faith
Put crowns of thorns on the heads if the feebles
Enclosures for rational thought
The unique hope to deny the deceivers
[Blessed shall be by concreteness the Wicked minds
As it'll be blown away all Distortions by a wind of right
Fed shall be with knowledges The human kind
Till it'll be shown, to every one it's empiric life]
Slaves on fabrications
Survive in the gloom of
Lie aiming a false salvation
All that you believe is what they created
To give the last hope of infinity and you
Waste your existence In a useless redemption
There's no heaven for the dead
Chaining your forces they live a
Condition of idleness and earthly Paradise
While you are dependent on what they invented,
A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires
Truth mystification
Shrouded on the human
Sight hiding their low corruption
Victims of a unjustified fear
Spread in the minds With their insidious methods
Obscuring all the ways of truth
The unique god, to adore, To believe in
Dry as the desert sand is the mind of the ones
That forever serve Where the knowledge stream
Has drained away by the hypnotic warmth of
Ignorance that stuns the men,
Lost among the dunes sentenced to the bitter end...
Dead before the decease
Controlled robbed of your
Will reduced to a silent servant
All that you believe is what they created
To give the last hope of infinity and you
Waste your existence In a useless redemption
There's no heaven for the dead
Chaining your forces they live a
Condition of idleness and earthly Paradise
While you are dependent on what they invented,
A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires
Sick of unknown disease
Hold by the tentacles of the
Dread condemned To a slavish-existence
[Blessed shall be by concreteness The wicked minds
As it'll be blown away all distortions By a wind of right
Fed shall be with knowledges the human kind
Till it'll be shown, to everyone it's empiric life]
Put crowns of thorns on the heads if the feebles
Enclosures for rational thought
The unique hope to deny the deceivers
[Blessed shall be by concreteness the Wicked minds
As it'll be blown away all Distortions by a wind of right
Fed shall be with knowledges The human kind
Till it'll be shown, to every one it's empiric life]
Slaves on fabrications
Survive in the gloom of
Lie aiming a false salvation
All that you believe is what they created
To give the last hope of infinity and you
Waste your existence In a useless redemption
There's no heaven for the dead
Chaining your forces they live a
Condition of idleness and earthly Paradise
While you are dependent on what they invented,
A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires
Truth mystification
Shrouded on the human
Sight hiding their low corruption
Victims of a unjustified fear
Spread in the minds With their insidious methods
Obscuring all the ways of truth
The unique god, to adore, To believe in
Dry as the desert sand is the mind of the ones
That forever serve Where the knowledge stream
Has drained away by the hypnotic warmth of
Ignorance that stuns the men,
Lost among the dunes sentenced to the bitter end...
Dead before the decease
Controlled robbed of your
Will reduced to a silent servant
All that you believe is what they created
To give the last hope of infinity and you
Waste your existence In a useless redemption
There's no heaven for the dead
Chaining your forces they live a
Condition of idleness and earthly Paradise
While you are dependent on what they invented,
A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires
Sick of unknown disease
Hold by the tentacles of the
Dread condemned To a slavish-existence
[Blessed shall be by concreteness The wicked minds
As it'll be blown away all distortions By a wind of right
Fed shall be with knowledges the human kind
Till it'll be shown, to everyone it's empiric life]