Slaves of religions posessed by the waste, faithfull they follow their trust
Chained are the herd that takes all the blame, forgiven
with threats if they pray

Blessed are the children with sorrow and pain, their vanishing spirit just fading away
Malicious veins, who take all the blame, victims of greed and betrayal
But their faithless dreams,
erasing their thought that leads all the way to your heart and to your METAL MIND

Lost in oblivion and baptized in fear, poisioned by lives all beliefs
But their ancient voice awakening their trust, from the ashes their shadow regain

Their vanishing spirit now raising from truth, revival from hollow and into rebirth

Moaning voices