Gods are changing when people grow,
and loose their faith from the hands of progress
They are transformed and look brand new
They change their names, but not their rules
Mercenaries will play the flute
Leading the rats with their comforting tune
to wash their sins in toxic lakes
Redemption comes with hideous ways

You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs
To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of truth

So many people all have to learn
They must be sent to opposite directions
Misinformation is a rewarding art
A lost soul tastes just like old wine

You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs
To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of truth