In this land of the pious

Deceiving one of small mind

Controlled as if - as if the devils tools



I see a horizon - the armies align

Prey upon the weak - twisting their feeble minds

riding down - a sickend sort takes the reigns and dominates



[CHORUS]

Pray to your hands for salvationbend your cross to fit your ways

We are a species beaten by ignorance

Misguided fools lost in a shell

An open eye soon extinguished

the blind lead the blind

as we chase our death



I believe - in only myselfthe dark shall growin the end