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 fuck 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