Follow your demons, pick up your arms
Reject every truth you know
Obey commands!
Whose god is higher? Your holy ghosts!
Which ghoul needs satisfaction?
Whose prophets know?
10.000 years of slaughter, seas of blood
There is no victory below absent gods
Spreading your love with gun in hand
Are you the only one the joke is lost on?
All the faithful, joyful, triumphant
Marching straight into the pit of collosal bloodshed
Show me heaven, kill for god
Pages of gibberish, his words not yours
Excuses to ignore and break any laws
A war of puppets, that much is clear
Your imaginary friend, the puppeteer