Infinite degrees of separation
From the world of living humans
Cruel lie the shadows here
Created by the arsonist mind
For the rising of the horns
In the flames of the burning church
For the rising of the horns
In the darkness of the winter's heart
Can you see the smoke of the funerals rising?
Can you smell the stench of the burning corpses?
If only they were from the living flesh
Of the believers in all the falsehoods
Infinite degrees of damnation
In this world of immoral humans
Rising above and beyond the will
Of the folly of despicable religion