I'm dreaming of the lights, coming from behind

the clouds're getting clearer, it's closer all the time

darker, taller, bigger, all blackness under wing

reaping holy profits from the fear of absolutely nothing



bloodbath - no one here will miss

the stench of your abyss

bloodbath - the blood is never yours

whores, your followers



I hear the people coming, I hear them down the hall, hell

they're banging at my door, what do they got to sell

everything moves slowly, I feel trapped and powerless

my body weighs a thousand pounds and I cannot confess



the door is crashing open, it's ripping from the wall

no matter what I do I seem to do nothing at all

the lights are getting brighter and they won't go away

the voice is getting louder and there's no need to pray

I think the world is stumbling, I think I feel it shake

there's something in the room

but there's nothing left to break

the blackness getting bigger than the serpent's universe

ruthless angels lie and steal and spread the catholic curse